The Oval Portrait, Gerard Way - From My Cold Dead Hands

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We have to take this, to be alive
There’s just one life to give and so we strive.
.to build upon this, this way of rhymes, this book of lives, this custom of
doubts
We all re-adjust from your tastes
Slipping forward so we feel graced
This passage that i’ve misplaced
Merely existing to stay the same
Just take this to the extent in which you are living the «morally predictable»
way, hoping, reaching for blank salvation, every second, every hour,
of every single day
Wait!
There’s only one!
One life!
Then it’s done!
Just wait. there's only one, one life, then it’s none
I see gallows built in your name
Strangling you while you breathe to pray
You’d rather live and serve
Die and «be saved».there's so much you deserve
You deserve to be. buried deep, to forever sleep
Wait!
There’s only one!
One life!
Then it’s done
Just wait!
There’s only one!
One life
And then it’s none
I’d rather serve in hell, than reign in heaven