Many people always die,
No one of them really lives
Inhale all the single days and hold oneÂ’s breath before exhale

Every second of your time
If neglected should be blight;
Clutch your sand-glass by the frame but never lose its grains

Rit
Life burns so quickly and your light will slow down,
Try to escape but youÂ’ll always be found.
Present is only a flare of a gun
Future is coming thereÂ’s nothing to done
Time is a circle thatÂ’s running around
Never left aging your soul!


From beginning ‘till the end
ThereÂ’s someone that still pretends;
We must pay for what weÂ’ve gained they neither selling cheap the pain

Fate may chase you on the road,
Sometimes choose to leave you alone
Sometimes leaves you fall in danger hanging on the edge