You come in cold, you're covered in blood   They're all so happy, you've arrived   The doctor cuts your cord   He hands you to your mom, she set you free in to this life      And where do you go   With no destination, no maps to guide you   Wouldn't you know   That it doesn't matter, we all end up the same      These are the chronicals of life and death and everything between   These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem   You come in this world and you go out just the same   Today could be the best day of your life      And money talks in this world   That's what idiots will say   But you'll find out that this world   Is just an idiot parade      Before you go   You've got some questions that you want answered   But now you're old, cold, covered in blood   Right back to where you started from      These are the chronicals of life and death and everything between   These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem   You come in this world and you go out just the same   Today could be the best day of your life      These are the chronicals of life and death and everything between   These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem   You come in this world and you go out just the same   Today could be the best day of   Today could be the worst day of   Today could be the last day of your life   It's your life, your life