they say the sky is falling
but i feel it already fell,
i wanna hear god calling
because i'm stuck in this hell,
cops in every corner
so christmas must be around the corner,
its time to collect pay -
collect the innocent and make them pay,
fears i have none
except the doubts that equal one,
i'm trying
dear god even struggling but sometimes i see no hope,
nope not one
til i give up then i've see the open windows i had,
its kinda hard to keep your chin up with the weight of the globe over me,
sometimes i think i'm just problemattic
its like they hover over me,
walking this way most of my life of course i'll be sore,
funny i can't get used to it,
so no it won't be a bullet,
no it won't be a disease,
and no it won't be some tragic accident,
it'll be life
that'll be the death of me.