Soon Go

Someone on top of you, fucking

Chuck me or I'm stuck here

Every sixth month it seems

my mind goes over about her rigidity(?)

I'll soon go

I'll be lost in the thoughts of tomorrow

and my warm heart it will soon grow cold

and I won't be old

I'll soon go

You admit, you admit

it's worse this way, it's worse with me

Work with my shit

'cause you rather work elsewhere

You'll soon go

You'll be lost in the thoughts of tomorrow

and your warm heart will have long grown cold

and you won't be old

You'll soon go

I check for a death beneath my bed at night

I'm not scared of dying

I'm afraid I've lost my life

Soon go

It's all lost in the thoughts of tomorrow

and the warm hearts will soon grow cold

so I fake them all

he'll soon go