You come in cold You're covered in blood There all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord He hands it to your mom She sets you free into this life And where do you go? No destination, no map to guide you Wouldn’t you know It doesn’t matter we all end up the same
Chorus: These are the chronicles of life and death And everything between These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem You come in this world And you go out just the same Today could be the best day of your life
And money talks, in this world that's what idiots will say but you'll find out, that this world is just an idiot's parade Before you go You've got some questions that you want answered But now your old, cold, covered in blood And right back to where you started from
Chorus: These are the chronicles of life and death And everything between These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem You come in this world And you go out just the same Today could be the worst day of your life
But these are the chronicles of life and death And everything between These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem You come in this world And you go out just the same Today could be the best day of Today could be the worst day of Today could be the last day of Your life It’s your life Your life