Every Trip, I Feel It,
Like It’s The Last Time.
So I Walk Out As Anyone But Me.
Every Shift, I Feel It,
Like It’s A Lifetime.
Again We Roll Before We Breed.
Every Breath, I Felt It,
Like It’s The Last Time.
So Again I Walk Out
With A Crush On Life.
Every Trip, I Feel It,
Like It’s A Lifetime.
Again We Roll As Anyone But Me.
This Situation’s Overflowing
And I Don’t Know If I’ll Find You.
Because I Am A Grave Intolerance,
Concerning Myself 
With Nothing Else.