You fear life rather than death condemned to embrace the end. Constantly looking to impress your insecurity's have matched. Judgment day it approaches us all who will stand and who will live to fall? Success has such an unfamiliar taste in fear of fate a day in the life of me. Time to feast. Can you truly say you live for yourself when everything you do is to impress someone else? Then it comes so quick a constant reminder that you can't win when all you want to be is changing with everyday. Success has such an unfamiliar taste in fear of fate a day in the life of me. With everything you fucking do no one feels sorry for you. Run and hide truth finds its way through all the lies.