I watch the cracks form in the paint Much like the wrinkles on your face Dust settles on the shelf you've made Seems like the worlds made to degrade What's the meaning of our lives When we're living on borrowed time? It's a feeling, we're concealing But we're slowly finding out We're not eternal We're made to die Made to die We're not eternal What's the meaning of our lives When we're living on borrowed time? It's a feeling, we're concealing But we're slowly finding out We're not eternal We're made to die I wear a face I barely know We all wear down to skin and bones Wasting away inside a hole We all eventually call home Slowly walking towards the light Pray you're on the other side All we know is sacrifice Death is not a compromise What's the meaning of our lives When we're living on borrowed time? It's a feeling, we're concealing But we're slowly finding out We're not eternal We're made to die Made to die