THE MESSAGE

Death wants to make you a part of it You're coming with me Saints, criminals, all just killing time Death waits to make your peace with it You'll be fine Guilt, innocence Everyone burns out Death is the message Without meaning Death is the message Not the beginning Bored when we're young We can't wait to grow up We get old, we give up And we pray to grow young Doesn't matter if you're ready yet You're coming with me The rich, the beautiful Everyone's in line Dead for a moment Dead for an ice age Why not let me be? The taste, the bitterness No one spits it out Death is the message Without meaning Death is the message Not the beginning Bored when we're young We can't wait to grow up We get old, we give up And we pray to grow young