imagine that you possessed everything the materiality that only money brings but now you're surrounded by all of your pretty things you're drowning in this swamp of your design and longing for meaning... cause every dog, will have his day and for every lie that's told something fades a waaaaaaay. now imagine that you find yourself well past grown now you've built a castle out of everything you own but the fountain of youth you desire, all your money will never get and now it's too late to do anything, but drink from a bucket of regret... cause every dog will have his day and for every lie that's told something fades away! like every color from a distance looks like gray all that we have is time before we pass awayyyyyyyy. every dog will have his day and for every lie that's told something has to fade like every color from a distance looks like gray all we have is time and then one day...we all pass away