Cosmic Flow

Each day is like a page
Every odd is in my favor now
Praying is not an option
For the lives of whom stay here

You are all a bunch of kids
Theres nothing left to lose
If you try to run in for.. The door.. You gonna fall

Painting shadows with the pain
I carry on in every teardrop
Time is nothing but a stair
To meet the ocean I am coming from

You are all a bunch of kids
Theres nothing left to lose
If you try to run in for.. The door.. You gonna fall