From My Cold Dead Hands - The Oval Portrait, Gerard Way

We have to take this, to be alive

There’s just one life to give and so we strive.

.to build upon this, this way of rhymes, this book of lives, this custom of

doubts

We all re-adjust from your tastes

Slipping forward so we feel graced

This passage that i’ve misplaced

Merely existing to stay the same

Just take this to the extent in which you are living the «morally predictable»

way, hoping, reaching for blank salvation, every second, every hour,

of every single day

Wait!

There’s only one!

One life!

Then it’s done!

Just wait.

there's only one, one life, then it’s none

I see gallows built in your name

Strangling you while you breathe to pray

You’d rather live and serve

Die and «be saved».there's so much you deserve

You deserve to be.

buried deep, to forever sleep

Wait!

There’s only one!

One life!

Then it’s done

Just wait!

There’s only one!

One life

And then it’s none

I’d rather serve in hell, than reign in heaven