• Why do we create things that destroy us,
    Why do we beg for mercy,
    When our freedom comes free,
    If the world will soon be destroyed,
    Why do we cling on to life so dearly,
    Our shadows walk along the ground,
    Only to be stepped on,
    Taking your picture,
    Is like stealing your soul,
    Framing it for the world to see,
    But when death gets close,
    You just don't want to fall asleep...