borrowed time

Why you guessing about tomorrow? 

When you could be living for today?

Cause all the life we live is borrowed,
And we’ll pay it back some day.

And if we’re talking about forgiveness,

They say the Lord has got a son,

And if you ask him to forgive you, he’ll turn your black soul white as snow.

Won’t you take a closer gander?

At all the lost souls you try not to see.

Is there a point we are forsaken? 

Inside the prisons of our deeds.

And if we’re talking about forgiveness,

They say the Lord has got a son,

And if you ask him to forgive you, he’ll turn your black soul white as snow. 

Are we standing on the shoulders of our fathers, and can they now see?

That all our darkest days our camouflaged in red, by the blood spilled by our hands.

It seems it’s gonna be a long time, before we learn from our mistakes.

Loss of life and limbs and honor, from this greed that amputates.