Some things are worth dying for,
Those that dont want you dead,
Nothing is worth shooting for,
That wants a bullet through your head.
No one is worth suff'ring for,
Who smiles at your pain,
Some people are worth crawling for,
But not those with a cane.

Nothing survives eternity,
But the agony you chose yourself,
You see the nails protruding it,
So just leave your fucking shelf.
The world is bad 'cause you think it is,
Try to remember and realize,
That thinking is a bliss.

All these busy people,
Running back and forth,
You say they cant change anything,
So why are they trying even more?
All this work for nothing,
It doesnt make sense to you,
Just 'cause you stupidly still doubt,
That sometimes dreams come true.

All this work for nothing,
It doesnt make sense to you,
Just 'cause you stupidly still doubt,
That sometimes dreams come true.

Some things are worth dying for,
Those that dont want you dead,
Nothing is worth shooting for,
That wants a bullet through your head.

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