What if things get worse

Long before they get better

And you can′t reverseAll the damage you've done?

What if things go wrong

And instead of homework

You write a song

Because it′s way more fun?

There is need to fret,

Though you can bet it'll get better

But probably not yet (or ever)

So don't hold your breath!

Actually, hold it as long as you need

′Cause you locked your own cage

And you′ll never be freed

And the only thing that is approaching with speed

Is your death

You're gonna die!

You′rе gonna die!

You're gonna die!

You′rе gonna die!

Why do I imagine events that won't happen?

I deserve a badge in "creative design"

You can′t pass this class (or life)

'Cause the workload is far too massive,

So go on, keep telling yourself that it's fine

While you work on stalling,

It′s walling you in further

And you′ll just keep falling

No calling for help!

If you seek out assistance,

They'll surely agree

Your entire existence

Is governed by me

They′ll start keeping their distance

As soon as they see

That you yelp at the sight of a bee or you're frightened for

Three thousand bite-sized bad reasons

And might try to flee if invited to teatime

No, you′re right, that makes sense.

Wait, I don't even drink tea—

That doesn′t matter,

You're gonna die!

You're gonna die!

You′re gonna die!

You′re gonna die!