Lyrics Last - Goya

Last

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