[Verse 1]
There's someone on top of you fucking
Chuck me or I'm stuck here
Every sixth month it seems
My mind goes over my turgidity

[Chorus]
I'll soon go
I'll be lost in the thoughts of tomorrow
And my warm heart, it will soon grow cold
And I won't be old
I'll soon go

[Verse 2]
You admit, you admit
It's worse this way, it's worse with me
Work with my shit
Would you rather work elsewhere?

[Chorus]
You'll soon go
You'll be lost in the thoughts of tomorrow
Your warm heart will have long grown cold
You won't be old
You'll soon go
[Verse 3]
I check for a death beneath my bed at night
I'm not scared of dying
I'm afraid I've lost my life

[Outro]
Soon go
We're still lost in the thoughts of tomorrow
And our warm hearts will have soon grown cold
So let’s make the most
We'll soon go