The strong one does not live in the end
Longer than the weak one does
No, he who does not follow the masses
will fight until he eventually dies
That life form will survive,
which is able to adapt
He who does not go towards a new norm,
He who is nothing like me
I did not come into this world
for an eternal life.
I know that the end
awaits me in fire and battle
But on the last day
I will not despair
Because I would rather die whilst living
than live on as a living dead.
To quietly adapt,
meekly bent for fitting in
That I can never accept
That path is not mine
I did not come into this world
for an eternal life.
I know that the end
awaits me in fire and battle
But on the last day
I will not despair
Because I would rather die whilst living
than live on as a living dead.