When the light doesn't come, We make our selves believe, as some.

We believe life is fine, When we drink a lot of wine.

We choose our own paths, But we all choose our own wraths.

Darkness comes and darkness goes, And it brings so many foes.

We want to stay in the light, But we can't hide from the night.

We say the world is just great, We go and choose our certain mate.

We all will die in the end, So why do we all think that life won't keep this trend.

Darkness falls to each of us, Just get aboard that hell-bound bus.