I shook hands with death

So stand the fuck up, show me that this life is worth living
Oh take this day and call it your own this is your chance to redeem yourself
In a world where every single day counts, the cloke strickes twelve and I'm still in bed, staring at the ceiling
Will I ever amount to anything?

I will never know
I will never know
I will never know

Is there a purpose in this life to be fulfilled?
Is there a way to make sense of a life that will one day end?
Will anything I do be remembered?
Will these words live to be read by the eyes of a new generation?

I will be there for, for you I will be there
Pick your fucking self up and realise that one-day you will be a memory
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Stand the fuck up, show me that this life is worth living
Oh take this day and call it your own this is your chance to redeem yourself
I will never know.