My, my, my, look how the time slides. This life could pass you by
in the blink of an eye. It's like, before you know it, you get tired,
and you wish were a child listening to crickets, catching fireflies
in the twilight of a July night. I heave a giant sigh because I'm tryna find Zion
but I'm lost in Babylon with as much hindsight as three blind mice
with sunglasses on. Why do we try to lie? Why did we have to fall?
When will we finally realize that we're not trapped at all?
We all just let our moments pass instead of capturing them.
When we get older when we look back on 'em and sadly miss them.
We need to see that we're all are actors in this floating opera,
before we're on the River Styx with dollars under our tongues.
That's why I'll never say goodnight in the middle of a fight,
because if we die we'll never get to say goodbye.

My, my, my, look how this story goes. This life could pass you right by
before you know it. You're looking back along the path that you been walking on,
Wishing you could retract those couple steps you stumbled for.
We got regrets but we never judge our selves. What's done is done.
We don't wonder if we'll go to hell. We ended up with nothing left
to give each other but our love, and we all struggle for money so our love's for sale.
We paid to be kept captive in these crummy dungeons. Minimum wage is not enough, they get our stomachs hungry. We know we stuck in this rat race but just keep running, feeling like a bunch of crabs in this ugly bucket.
Yeah, it's real bleak, and we feel weak, but every time I get depressed I know
I gotta smile, because we might not have our freedom, but at least we all are breathing, and we know at any second that we all could die.

My, my, my, how will this all end? I'm asking myself, where are my lost friends?
I wander through hell looking for God's land, running from the Boss-Man,
damn near starving. I been haunted by ghosts and monsters I but shut 'em out.
Nobody's flawless. Now I go slow, one foot in front of the other. I've been stumbling for so long I need to build with somebody. I need to write about something healthy and fully uplifting. I think I'm done being angry.
I want to sing something pretty. We know that life is so short, we must remember to pause. I know that I struggle hard, too young to be overworked. I'm feeling backed in a corner - so I pack up and run back to my father and mother,
cause family's all that we got. Look at the beautiful sunset, and when the sun rise,
thank God that we got breath. I love life.