Memento Mori
Fuck life, theres no glee
When will my time come
This life's so tiresome
love's just left me
No, god isn't testing thee
just things coming into place.
Hopefully no one will see my face
When,
Memento Mori
The flowers are dying
The children are crying.
Petals are slipping
While small tears are dripping
We all know it's coming
hopes are very cunning
Because of
Memento mori
The wrold is fading
The universe is breaking.
Is this really our fate?
Can we make some escape?
Let's face it, we're all gonna die
We all let out that unconditional sigh
Memento mori
you don't put us in glee
Our time has come
yes we're tiresome
love's not coming for me
Maybe God is testing thee
Things are coming into place.
I don't care who sees my face, when
Memento mori
