Some things are better left forgotten All the weight of the world will crush your bones In an ideal situation This will all be over soon And I will leave this world in pieces I will leave it to the scarab and the crows Under seas and under soil In a million years our bones will be your oil One by one It happens to us all When you least expect Your sky will tumble down We were surprised to find it was our time To sink or swim And I will leave this world in pieces I will leave it to the scarab and the crows Under seas and under soil In a million years our bones will be your oil Were out of our death The sea of regrets and I hate to say I told you so A sea of excess and This is everything I hoped it would be Were out of our death A sea of regrets and I hate to say I told you so Were out of our death A sea of excess and This is everything I hoped it would be Were out of our death A sea of regrets and I hate to say I told you so Were out of our death A sea of excess This is everything I hoped it would be