I watch the cracks form in the paint
Much like the wrinkles on your face
Dust settles on the shelf you've made
Seems like the worlds made to degrade

What's the meaning of our lives
When we're living on borrowed time?
It's a feeling, we're concealing
But we're slowly finding out
We're not eternal
We're made to die

Made to die
We're not eternal

What's the meaning of our lives
When we're living on borrowed time?
It's a feeling, we're concealing
But we're slowly finding out
We're not eternal
We're made to die

I wear a face I barely know
We all wear down to skin and bones
Wasting away inside a hole
We all eventually call home

Slowly walking towards the light
Pray you're on the other side
All we know is sacrifice
Death is not a compromise

What's the meaning of our lives
When we're living on borrowed time?
It's a feeling, we're concealing
But we're slowly finding out
We're not eternal
We're made to die

Made to die