| Letra | You came in cold,
You’re covered in blood.
They’re so happy you've arrive.
The doctor cuts your cord,
Hands you to your mom.
She sets you free into this life.
And where do you go.
Whit no destination, no map to guide you.
Wouldn’t you know that it doesn't matter;
We all end up in the same.
(chorus)
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 came 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 idioys 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.
(chorus)
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 came 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 came 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. |
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