You're bound to fuck your kids up
And you're bound to die in vain
To spend more time than you'd like in a hospital
And be silent still in a picture frame

Your sins, they don't compound
They meander in a void
Where all evilness lies
And waits to again be employed

We all end up at the same place
At least that's what I believe
If God exists
Why would he be so cruel
To seperate whole families

Why are your moments so quick
The present seems an apparition
And your future will always be spent looking back
To try and pinpoint an instant

When everything went downhill
And how it all occured
But to put aside pride and start looking inside
You'll find, the outward is absurd

Now just concentrate on kindness
Using martial-arts techniques
And you'll come to someone's aid, (you won't know why)
You'll just sit, stunned out of speech

From then on it gets easier
And it makes you stronger as well
You won't realize it but you'll be facing forward
Marching onward, either Heaven or Hell
Alert, listening for your bell
Fear of the unknown seems to have quelled