(we) die cold

Our life is merry-go-round
It turns fast round and round
People are victims for their lust
From the cradle to the grave
We don't know the eternal truth
The time of death is coming on us
There's no exception without a one
So cruel and cold

Don't you see the frightened once?
We follow after them alike
(We) Die cold, under the ground
We live in a fantasy
Even we already know what is the end of our life

Our life is turning around
It fades to the ash color
But we miss the lost ones
The more death is near
We are taking the train of death
We don't know our destination
There's a tragic end in the rail
So far, so close