Today would have been our demise   If we turned thirty-three   As the prophets all said:   We made our choice   As if we ever had a choice to make   Nailed down to our hands       How much will it take to change?   And where do we draw the line?   Show me the way out of here   On our deathbed:   Regrets       Created our mold   Bored and misled   Gathering dust with far too much that sink in   Nothing ever goes away   Everyday is just the same   And the choice we are left with   It's the only one we got   Is what we should wear to our funeral       I wanted my own    Time   And time again   Now more than ever       Fade away