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 sets you free into this life   And where do you go?   With no destination, no map to guide you   Wouldn't you know   That it doesn't matter, we all end up the same      These are the chronicles 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's parade   Before you go   You've got some questions, and you want answers   But now you're old, cold, covered in blood   Right back to where you started from      These are the chronicles 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 worst day of your life      But these are the chronicles 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