Who Exactly Knows

7/16/17 Quit sticking out your nose Before I make the passages clog with blood then close Cut off your fingers and toes So that they're exposed If you don't survive, you just may be food for crows And who exactly knows You think you do, but nope You don't Have a clue, how it all goes Across the globe Continual wear and tear Over here and there I swear Don't you dare Tell me about how life is not fair I don't care And of this, I was already well-aware Now go ahead and say a prayer About you wanting your life to be spared I'm sorry that this may scare And be too much to bear One minute we're here and a second later we've disappeared into thin air As it all remains intact or crumbles into pieces Rarely occuring or frequent An occasional occurrence or ongoing sequence So much more than a thesis Everybody had their own weakness As well as secrets Regardless of if they do or don't believe in Jesus