Some may said that he took things for granted
Some may said that he got what he asked for
But who can claim that they’re not a bastard
Tricked to drink the poison from masters
Seduced by his dearest disaster
Chosen as her muse and her pastor
All alone
That’s how he’s falling off
Falling off...
Days can pass, the knife can consume you
Takes away, it slowly deplumes you
Tricks your friends to turn and in tune you
Tricks yourself to burn and to ruin you
Stop to think, ponder your red ink
'Cause life is too short and that’s trade off
Life’s too short, you’ve gone and fallen off
Truth be told we all got our vices
When we’re left to our own devices
Some quote God of judgment, surprises
Pass the point of change in their pockets
Stop and pause, ponder all you’ve got
'Cause life is too short and that’s trade off
Life’s too short, that’s how he’s falling off
Falling off ...