Life’s not fair Thank God for that If that were the case we’d all return to dust My soul would pay the unbearable price My spirit would linger only to give my pain a face
We don’t deserve the life that we have been given We have paid all our dues with dust and ash We’re buying debt on credit and it can not last
If this van crashes I hope I fly through the glass I hope my mind opens up to expose the thoughts I can’t quite get out I don’t really care if I die But I refuse to die for nothing
We don’t deserve it It is a gift We’re all beggars And we’re homeless at that Take that crown from your head and replace it with dust and ash
If I ever get to heaven It will have nothing to do with what I’ve done Take me back, oh you ancient gates
