This day could bite you in a big way Could escalate the drama queen inside your being And shower you in bouquets This day could be your cabriolet Could elevate your peace of mind and help you find Your very own judgement day - hurray Unfurl, don't postpone it to another world No desire for immortality, set yourself free Don't be that elevator girl My faith is decorum and my spirit is my life I'm not living in the past now as a brainwashed sacrifice I see the trouble in their dreams Deciphering their meaning Cherry picking verses I see the waiting rooms of gods To me it just seems odd Seek the living that you crave Between the cradle and the grave