The Day We Die

R.A.P., Rolands Ūdris, R.A.P.

It`s the law of the wild cosmos
That the sun shines and leaves are green
And the Universe decides
When we`re laughing and when we`re angry

What we call subconscious
Makes us marry whores
And in the name of the upper mind
We are making wars

Open the doors
I`m on my way
Outside this world
open up the doors

This must be Great God`s will
If we hate or love and kill
And it has to be known
When we`re staying all alone

And the year, the date, the day we die
Is already set
But which one is right way out
We don`t know it yet