I'm like a spirit you cannot vanquish
I'm like a dead king at his own funerals' banquet
I'm like a whispering voice in the wind
A puppy wandering trying to meet his kin

I'm like a bit in-between your molars
I'm like dead bird on your Saturday stroll, yeah
I got hit hard I'm on the ground
And you better be worried when I make no sound

I'm not dead yet, I know that's a disappointment to some of you
But it's an achievement to me 'cause it means I went and grew
I'm not dead yet, I got things to do, I got shit to see
I'm here for eighty years, then I'll haunt you individually

I'm like a spirit that you cannot vanquish
I'm likе a traitor and nomad from another land, yeah
Feels like I shouldn't bе here at all
But I'll make the most of it before the fall