THE MESSAGE

Death wants to make you a part of it
Not coming with me
Saints,criminals
All just killing time
Death waits to make your peace with it
You will be fine
Youth,innocence
Everyone runs out
Death is the message
Without meaning
Death is the message
Not the beginning
And when were young
We cant wait to grow up
We get old
We give up
And we pray to grow young
Doesnt matter if youre ready
Youre coming with me
The rich,the beautiful
Everyones in line
See through the velvet
Death is the message
Where Ill never be
The taste,the bitterness
Always been too loud
Death is the message
Without meaning
Death is the message
Not the beginning
When were young
We cant wait to grow up
We get old
We give up
And we pray to grow young