The world goes round and round,
and who the hell are you?
The universe cannot be bound,
by all the words of shit you spew.
Life goes on, it is never ending,
itís fragile and hangs by a thread.
Yours will stop but itís a new beginning,
now you must live in the land of the dead.
Love is always there no matter what its for,
it is fickle and may steal your beating heart
Love consumes all for the one you adore,
yet in the end you and your love will be forced apart.