Doomsday

Upon my final revelation
If I've lived too little to die
I'll be riding someones suitcase
To the afterlife

Cause there's an ancient sold solution
Just keep living for the second sky
I would rather not take chances
With my little time

Lying in my bed
The dream I had
Of fireworks blowing out of my head
See the warning sign
I know this ship's going down
And it's out of my, out of my hand

It's such a sentimental conclusion
Creation and the circle of life
The children are the future
And you've been left behind

Lying in my bed
The dream I had
Of fireworks blowing out of my head
See the warning sign
I know this ship's going down
And it's out of my, out of my hand