WTYD - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp

Born into death, will you take the risk?

See buckets and buckets, yeah, buckets of sin

You'll never end and can never begin

Welcome to your death

No forest of pleasure or fields of pain

High-rise at night I see the pavement of stain

A beckoning hand from those who were slain

Now you can sleep again

Welcome to your death

I take the night and I stretch it wide

And I see all, you hide, I died

So slip right in, sip the wine

The caution flashes but the water's fine

Welcome to your death