You come in cold
Youre covered in blood
There all so happy youve arrived
The doctor cuts your cord Hand it to your mom
She sets you free into this life
And where do you go?
With no destination, no map to guide you
Wouldnt you know
That It doesnt matter we all end up 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 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 thats what idiots will say
but youll find out, that this world is just an idiots parade
Before you go
Youve got some questions that you want answered
But now your old, cold, covered in blood
And 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 come in this world
And you go out just the same
Today could be the worst day of your life
But 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 of
Today could be the last day of
Your life
Its your life
Your life
