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 veiling. Will I ever amount to anything? 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. 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. I will never know