You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life.
And where do you go With no destination, no map to guide you Wouldon't you know That it doesn't matter; we all end up the same
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem You come in this world, and you go out just the same Today could be the best day of your life
And money talks, in this world That's what idiots will say But you'll find out, that this world Is just an idiots parade Before you go, you've got some questions, and you want answers But now your old, cold covered in blood, right back to where you started from
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem You come in this world, and you go out just the same Today could be the worst day of your life
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem You come in this world, and you go out just the same Today could be the best day of, today could be the worst day, today could be the last day of your life. It's your life. Your life
