Do we start racing toward our fate

The minute we emerge from the womb

We kick and cry because we can’t wait

To live out our life before the tomb

We reach out to grab life by the throat

We know our actions make no difference

‘Cause the words have already been wrote

To pen the end of our existence

Or are we forever evolving

Changing our futures with every breath

Is our life constantly revolving

Until we succumb to the scythe of death