People Die.

Are you afraid of the death? Or you're afraid that you'll suffer 'cause you don't know how it will look like And as it will take it's first breath you'll take your last and BAM you're dead. Someone had just won a bet, 'cause life's your biggest wealth and all the smoke, drug, meth fucked it up and you're now on a test that you may come back if you promise to be good and forget all the shit that had brought you there and you need to reject all those fake feelings, fake requests life's only one, show some respect. Now it's time - TAKE A BREATH, people will die and you just got another shot Some people always say their goodbye on their way to heaven, hell, way out, fuck it man, you fucked it all up life's all about making it real, no doubt and you talk about how you'll dissapoint your dad, your mom, man, not even a fresh start could help you God had send a scout to watch on you, take care who knows what might hit you and hurt you tonight? Life's a path that leads to the end.. so you live to die and it's fine? Who knows? Maybe this is the last line I'll ever be able to write, Fuck everyone, fuck life. (I hear the angels talking talking talking Now I'm a dead man walking walking walking I hear the angels talking talking talking Now I'm a dead man.. I hear the angels talking talking talking Now I'm a dead man walking walking walking I hear the angels talking talking talking Now I'm a dead man Walking) Are you just another failure? Were you weak? Shouldn't you been braver? Walking out on door your mother told you to watch on your behavior, you came back 18 months later with nothing but something to remember that you ruined everything. Let's get back to the last December, we spent together, happy, smiling, always similing C'mon let's start from scratch You can be our lumber, those 18 months are just number you'll be our middle earth our living center if you'd only come back. It's funny how you enter our hearts and how easy you left. Now you're in Afganistan I guess it's the right way When will you come back? I guess you heard that your mom passed away? Your dad is now alone in that big house, but in small space. I see him almost everyday, he wants you back, he misses you, he just want that you come along bring him some reason of joy, but no. This time life happened and took you to the other planet you're up in space now, shining and watching at us and we still keep your picture on our cabinet, memory of you will never fade away I want you to know that. See you this Christmas, Robert. I hope you'll get here in time. (I hear the angels talking talking talking Now I'm a dead man walking walking walking I hear the angels talking talking talking Now I'm a dead man.. I hear the angels talking talking talking Now I'm a dead man walking walking walking I hear the angels talking talking talking Now I'm a dead man Walking) (The Script's refrain.)