You come in cold You're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived. The doctor cuts your cord he hands you to your mum She sets you free into this life And where do you go With no destination No maps 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, Thats 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. Interlude Of your life Its your life (Muted) until * * = strum 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.