We All Die

My piety,my poetry ,my love All are in vain my music, my love ,my mind All are running insane My rhymes are all crooked I can't write a perfect song Looks like my life is worthless my music, my poetry its all gone Behold the paradox, In these old rhymes living in a worthless life All these times The music's almost over just need to turn out the light I need just one leap Need to show on last fight I need to create something something that makes you feel the goal isn't to live forever Its to create something that will