Last - Goya

The hour of your death approaches fast

Yet you take for granted every moment up until your last

Don’t complain, just behave, this will all be over soon

Useless opinion, hollow judge, up until your last

Up until your last

Up until your last

People think they know what’s right for me

But they don’t know I just want them to leave me be

Nothing good to say, you say it anyway

Resurrect dead past, face your last day

I wanna tear up your life

I wanna set you free

I wanna end it tonight

I wanna see you cease to breathe

The hour of your death approaches fast

Yet you take for granted every moment up until your last

Don’t complain, just behave, don’t complain, just behave

Don’t complain, just behave, up until your last

Up until your last

Up until your last