Disregard the action, as you walk upon the line.
You pace along the sidewalk, holding the big red sign.
It reads: "God has come to save us, the end is near to come.
So make it all end quicker, go and grab a gun."

Please refrain from speaking, your brain is in a bind.
You're trapped from reality, encompassed in your mind.
The end of the world, this insanity, is coming oh so fast.
That fateful day is coming, the archaic dice are cast

Prepare yourself for nothing, your life was but a waste.
You've spent it like a madman; you've rushed right through in haste.
The dreams of heaven are fake; your wishes are all gone.
The thought that life was good, was nothing but a con.

So ends it on the corner, sitting in your mirth.
You look up in humility, and realize what life is worth.
It's not about the money, the power, or the fame.
It’s about knowing how to live through, this life that's just a game.