One fine day on a winter november Life came true through a point of view And death came quick with a killer influence Running through the streets with a clueless tool Mark three birds just to make me feel cozy Everything's fine when the group is flying High on fire is a healthy companion Fueling my run with a sound so true and warm I see it coming and I want to look away But I can't divert my eyes I hear it calling and it's from beyond the grave But I'm still alive