Sometimes I'm tired of waiting
Sometimes I'm tired of
Hanging around
Waiting for the day of salvation
One week, one month, one year
I can feel it's getting near
And it's coming closer every day
I can't face it I just run away
Is it self fulfilling prophecy
Or just the naked fear
I'm going to die
Like everyone did before
It's not the right time
For death to knock at my door
Will I be able to say good-bye to you
Before I die
The little scratching down my throat
Means nothing I'm just getting old
With every cigarette I smoke
The fear get's bigger than the hope
Every time I die a little bit
All my excuses are shit
Why am I not able to quit
The things that make me sick
Is it self fulfilling prophecy
Or just the naked fear
I'm going to die
Like everyone did before
It's not the right time
For death to knock at my door
Will I be able to say good-bye to you
Before I die
Not yet - not me!
Not yet - not me!
Not yet - not me!
Not yet - not me! No!
Not yet - not me!
Not yet - not me!
Not yet - not me!
Not yet - not me! No!
Not yet - not me!
Not yet - not me!
Not yet - not me!
Not yet - not me! No!
Not yet - not me!
Not yet - not me!
Not yet - not me!
Not yet!
I'm going to die
Like everyone did before
It's not the right time
For death to knock at my door
Will I be able to say good-bye to you
I'm going to die
Like everyone did before
It's not the right time
For death to knock at my door
Will I be able to say good-bye to you
Before I die