You come in cold,
  You're covered in blood
  They're all so happy you've arrived
  The doctor cuts your cord
  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 idiots 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
  Of your life, it's 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