Eternal

What is the thing that we get out of life Some say that there's only death What is the purpose we should pull from our strife Out of our last dying breath So many questions to answer, but we run out of time And in come more, but I'm not waiting for The end of the countdown or the setting sun Not waiting for the five, four, three, two, one One thing we learn overtime Is that things end how they begin History repeats itself We loop round every right and every sin Keep it internal, keep it external Who knows if we're angelic, or if we're infernal The questions of right and wrong loop round and round and round Eternal The contemplative thoughts pile on and on And every single one of them persists I can only take so much before I'm done Sometimes I don't want to exist I'm tired of questioning all that's right and wrong I hate myself enough as is, I don't need these thoughts to prolong But time and living are cruel, they're things that can't be outrun Eventually we all hit the end The five, four, three, two, one One thing we learn overtime Is that things end how they begin History repeats itself We loop round every right and every sin Keep it internal, keep it external Who knows if we're angelic, or if we're infernal The questions of right and wrong loop round and round and round Eternal Good, bad, what does it matter At the end of the day, we get scattered Our bones and blood just get stuck in the ground We try moving on, but the past comes round and round We can scream and attempt to make sound But eventually everything ends up underground One thing we learn overtime Is that things end how they begin History repeats itself We loop round every right and every sin Keep it internal, keep it external Who knows if we're angelic, or if we're infernal The questions of right and wrong loop round and round and round Eternal