What can be said that's not been spoken?

What can be that's not been broken?

And who can tell me what is fair?

And what isn't really isn't there?

The flesh is weak and the mind is tired

The body bows to its desires

Now push this thought to the back of my mind

Where everyone I love will die

I believe that's not going to happen to me

That's not going to happen to me

That's not going to happen to me