Old 歌詞

The idea of growing old Is in your head You picture in your mind A skin, withered old man You would do anything Just to stay young Plastic surgeries are only for the rich But they can be done at home Your fear of ageing Grows more and more You cut what you think are wrinkles Off your face Half cut off face Only remains of what used to be eyelids You can't control this insanity Constantly use your knife Time passes by and you are afraid to grow old Madness of the knife takes control Cause you're still growing old Carnage of a human life was for nothing Cause you're growing old When you're dead will you be rid of this problem Or will you again be growing old Caused be loss of blood you're buried in a casket Friends and relatives don't recognise you at your Funeral Time passes by……….