Final Destination
Spinning top doesnt stop
Nor does the pendulum on the clock
Sticks and stones on brittle bones
In the end its pointless what you own
Scrimp and save, still a slave
Nothing follows to the grave
Sweet surrender, heavens tender
One life passes, another rendered
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