The sun will rise - Open up - like a brand new gift from a box On the day of your death Forget all your plans - nothing turns out the way you want I learned this long ago, give up and let it go For the rest of your days - live life as if you'll die I learned this long ago, stand up and take the blow The moon will die- fall down - like a bullet from above Crash like an H-BOMB The stars wont be seen - till' you disappear into your grave On the day of your death We all listen as the priest - stands up - to read the epitaph Flashbacks of you from the past, but memories don't last. Now these stars can be seen - light up - like a Christmas tree Nobody's mentioning your name Now we live our lives - go on with new healthy youth No memories of you, as if your death was untrue