From birth 'till death
When death takes its hold
Its toll

With the high spring tide
In red
Quite hard I tried
To console myself that nothing's wrong

Welcome this world
A child can't smile
When first from the womb
And neither can we
Years out, and far gone
Construct the tomb
For this child's heart beats in vivace

In an instant
While every bottle breaks
Sending a red spray
Of Chianti and Cabernet
And every glass shatters
But it doesn't matter
Because I'm out of my body
Looking at rage, destruction, and devastation

In my heart
I'm dead
I've lost my mind
This noose hangs by one thread

Your song is three minutes long
With no premise
Your song, my son, is over