Bullet From Above

The sun will rise - Open up - like a brand new gift from a box

On the day of your death

Forget all your plans - nothing turns out the way you want

I learned this long ago, give up and let it go

For the rest of your days - live life as if you'll die

I learned this long ago, stand up and take the blow

The moon will die- fall down - like a bullet from above

Crash like an H-BOMB

The stars wont be seen - till' you disappear into your grave

On the day of your death

We all listen as the priest - stands up - to read the epitaph

Flashbacks of you from the past, but memories don't last.

Now these stars can be seen - light up - like a Christmas tree

Nobody's mentioning your name

Now we live our lives - go on with new healthy youth

No memories of you, as if your death was untrue