The first time i saw my father break Was when he heard how he'd die And this disease took a piece of my heart And I hope I'll be just as brave When death's grasp reaches out for me The world keeps spinning without sympathy When grief chains you down to the ground Paralyzed by misery Sickness in my stomach And as your own body decays Death is just a phone call away Every breath is wasted and ruin is imminent So when you grow older, you better grow colder I'm trapped in a dream, I'm caught in between acceptance and denial A fluid change of shake and rest Which is constantly creeping upon me