Only Death Is Real - Stray From The Path

We live on this earth filled with terrible people

One body of diamonds where nobody’s equal

Our home’s our cells, our cities the prison

Stolen land by politicians

Nothing is permanent, nothing is gold

You won’t be born again, death is after your soul

Line 'em up across the board

Eight by Eight under the bishop’s sword

We are the pawns placed in our squares

Young or old, all we know is warfare

Nothing is permanent, nothing is gold

You won’t be born again, death is after your soul

History repeats, there’s always a sequel

We’re the pieces of the game, inescapable evil

They want the pawns to fight each other and say we’re not the same

Well, I say, «don't hate the player, hate the game»

Nothing is permanent, nothing is gold

You won’t be born again, death is after your soul

Hold your position, for heaven’s sake

You can beg, you can pray, but nothing will change

The march won’t stop, so don’t watch the clock

Only death is real, it all goes back in the box

It all goes back in the box

Nothing is permanent, nothing is gold

You won’t be born again, death is after your soul

Nothing is permanent, nothing is gold

You won’t be born again, death is after your soul

Death is after your soul

Death is after your soul

Death is after your soul

Death is after your soul

Death is after your soul

Death is after your soul