Soon Go

There's someone on top of you fucking Chuck me or I'm stuck here Every sixth month it seems My mind goes over matter...[?] I'll soon go I'll be lost in the thoughts of tomorrow And my warm heart, it will soon go home And I won't be cold I'll soon go You admit, you admit It's worse this way, it's worse with me Work with my shit Would you rather work elsewhere You'll soon go You'll be lost in the clutch of tomorrow Your warm heart will have long grown cold You won't be old You'll soon go I check for a death beneath my bed at night I'm not scared of dying I'm afraid I've lost my life Soon go We're still lost in the thoughts of tomorrow No warm heart will soon go home So I think, therefore We'll soon go