everybody comes and go's but the young die old and the old die young and our memories are sold and our richies turns into gold while our nightmares unfold and our dreams tells us where to go as we coming up for air we need to share our goals we need to cover up the holes because the story is never untold because the truth is so cold you dont know where to go and we dare to know but we got to let it show as our blood flow through the atmsosphere as we fear whats down below and we see the glow if we die old we can go to heaven if we die young we go to heven keep us safe as you remember the words of the old tongue