The way things go I don't think so The changes that alter
us are a product of our own volition and we become what
we hate It's not hard to figure out that you're scared when
you act so much better You're holding onto something
we can't have but hands still circle you're still getting old
and we become what we hate Do you believe in the lies
that shape your world Do you believe in your own fictitious
immortality The world won't end while you walk the earth
and when you realize that your life don't matter You'll
turn to something to help you forget that you're only young
once, old forever