Testo 33

Today would have been our demise If we turned thirty-three As the prophets all said: We made our choice As if we ever had a choice to make Nailed down to our hands How much will it take to change? And where do we draw the line? Show me the way out of here On our deathbed: Regrets Created our mold Bored and misled Gathering dust with far too much that sink in Nothing ever goes away Everyday is just the same And the choice we are left with It's the only one we got Is what we should wear to our funeral I wanted my own Time And time again Now more than ever Fade away