You come in cold, you’re covered in blood
They’re all so happy you’ve arrived
The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom
She sets you free into this life
And where do you go
With no destination, no map to guide you
Wouldn’t you know that it doesn’t matter; we all end up the same
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 that’s what idiots 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 you’re old, cold covered in blood
Right back to where you started from
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
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.
It’s your life
Your life