My father said "life is a beast
It claws and retreats
To the dark corners and it waits for you"
I dream up heart attacks
A crash a river, or path
Cause life's hiding in the corners of the room
And life is a beast
Because it gnaws and it eats
At the fragments of all that you love
And i thought maybe that i'd be enough
To fill it's jaws, but turns out you too
Got gobbled up into its maw
And life is a wind, it's can be gentle and thin, but more often it knocks down your house
And the flood waters come like the father read once, and those people need your help now
Because life is a wind you can't feel it begin, but it'd cold and confusing and sharp
It blew out the candles to dark, and i can't hear a word or see past the dirt
I'm either six feet above or under foot Life's just what comes before death
Before your last breath
Before the things that i said
Before we were both dead
Again
Now we're dead again