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Ain’t talkin bout fantasy

This is real as an STD

When the angel of death

Comes a-lookin for me

When the veil of society

Is gone, set your spirit free

is it time for tears

Or will you smile back

Life is short and progress slow

And no man knows

Until it’s time

The sands of time are running low

So get your kicks

Before you turn

Into a skeleton

Dead men walking in the street

Shattered glass yet now complete

It’s just a matter of time

But I’ll wait

It’s like watching m night shyamalan

But you know the twist in the end

Nobody escapes

And no one can run

Life is short and progress slow

And no man knows

Until it’s time

The hourglass is running low

So get your fill

Before you turn

Into a skeleton

The whiskey jar is running low

So raise your glass