Omega
I was only ten, it was a normal weekend
Just a Saturday, towards the evening
I'm sure I spent my time drawing or reading
I recall my mom's in the corridor cleaning
Dad and sister just got back from the food shop
With a few bags full of fruit, a pan and a new wok
They were laughing as my dad took his shoes off
Then boom daddy collapsed, quit actin' a fool Pop
Why is he not moving? Why has he stopped?
What is he doing? C'mon, pop, you gotta get up!
My mom's rolled him over, dad was foaming at the mouth
My sister phoned the ambulance as I ran up out the house
I gave a yell filled with rage and pain as well
My fingers were aching from ringing on my neighbor's bell
No one came when I called or prayed for help
That's why I hate god, hate my neighbors, hate myself
Hate the ambulance, lousy fools inside
How can you revive a human life if it takes two hours to arrive?
February '95, I recollect the very first fucking time that I met with death
I was very deep in love with a queen, a fiend
I wanted to stay stuck in a dream
We'd make love on repeat, spend our days under the sheet
Never leave the bed, unless we make something to eat
Sweet, not a single fight, it all seemed alright
Until our first evening, beef occurred and made us feel uptight
We screamed, cried, didn't sleep all night
Next morning shorty was coughing up blood and bleeding from her mosquito bites
Hurry! We made our way to the doc'
We made her take a blood test, the results gave him a shock
Go straight to the hospital, we gazed at the clock
Only they can save her now and say what she got
Off we went to the oncology section, trying to focus
Her arm had swollen so bad the sight was atrocious
When we got the diagnosis, we both cried the notion, leukemia
I found hard to hide my emotion
I told her trust my devotion, to fight for your life's emotion
We both frightened but with hope I know that we can find a potion
If it's strong, our love will last long everyday I put plastic gloves and masks on
Her room was a prison
Body sickened by the food in addition
To the chemo, transfusion, tons of tube in her system
I witnessed the shriveling and losing hair
Get too weak to speak and use her two feet, she had to use a chair
She left no room to fear and never gave in to despair
Today this crazy episode feels like an ancient souvenir
We made it through the years, smelling roses everyday
We'll never know when death will be back to take our breath away
You're dying little by little
You-you-you're dying little by little
You-you-you're dying little by little
You're dying little by little
You're dying
Li-little by little
Li-li-l-l
You're dying, dying
You're dying little by little
You-you-you're dying little by little
You-you-you're dying little by little
Y'all treat life like an alcoholic whore at the bar to scoop up
Y'all abuse her and go through the Kama Sutra
Karma's a puta, the coolest, calmest cougar
Who can see through every one of your smart maneuvers?
She can read the cards that you've got
Have you tossed from a moving car or rooftop?
Pray to Jesus, Allah, Buddha, may God give you luck
Death is round the corner, it ain't hard to screw up
All turn to dust, yet some of these fools trust
They'll live until a hundred with a wonderful future
I've watched youngens go, some didn't do much
One kid got his skull crushed under a school bus
"It's not fair," that's what they said, but death don't care
One minute you're here, next you're in our prayer
Play this at my funeral, it's kinda suitable
Take off your ties and suits, spare me your goodbyes and toodaloos
Time is moving, It's time to remind a few of you
You next in line, quit treating life like a Rubik's cube and let me die
Enjoy the sunshine, you stupid fools I envy y'all
Remember y'all, life is beautiful
Just a Saturday, towards the evening
I'm sure I spent my time drawing or reading
I recall my mom's in the corridor cleaning
Dad and sister just got back from the food shop
With a few bags full of fruit, a pan and a new wok
They were laughing as my dad took his shoes off
Then boom daddy collapsed, quit actin' a fool Pop
Why is he not moving? Why has he stopped?
What is he doing? C'mon, pop, you gotta get up!
My mom's rolled him over, dad was foaming at the mouth
My sister phoned the ambulance as I ran up out the house
I gave a yell filled with rage and pain as well
My fingers were aching from ringing on my neighbor's bell
No one came when I called or prayed for help
That's why I hate god, hate my neighbors, hate myself
Hate the ambulance, lousy fools inside
How can you revive a human life if it takes two hours to arrive?
February '95, I recollect the very first fucking time that I met with death
I was very deep in love with a queen, a fiend
I wanted to stay stuck in a dream
We'd make love on repeat, spend our days under the sheet
Never leave the bed, unless we make something to eat
Sweet, not a single fight, it all seemed alright
Until our first evening, beef occurred and made us feel uptight
We screamed, cried, didn't sleep all night
Next morning shorty was coughing up blood and bleeding from her mosquito bites
Hurry! We made our way to the doc'
We made her take a blood test, the results gave him a shock
Go straight to the hospital, we gazed at the clock
Only they can save her now and say what she got
Off we went to the oncology section, trying to focus
Her arm had swollen so bad the sight was atrocious
When we got the diagnosis, we both cried the notion, leukemia
I found hard to hide my emotion
I told her trust my devotion, to fight for your life's emotion
We both frightened but with hope I know that we can find a potion
If it's strong, our love will last long everyday I put plastic gloves and masks on
Her room was a prison
Body sickened by the food in addition
To the chemo, transfusion, tons of tube in her system
I witnessed the shriveling and losing hair
Get too weak to speak and use her two feet, she had to use a chair
She left no room to fear and never gave in to despair
Today this crazy episode feels like an ancient souvenir
We made it through the years, smelling roses everyday
We'll never know when death will be back to take our breath away
You're dying little by little
You-you-you're dying little by little
You-you-you're dying little by little
You're dying little by little
You're dying
Li-little by little
Li-li-l-l
You're dying, dying
You're dying little by little
You-you-you're dying little by little
You-you-you're dying little by little
Y'all treat life like an alcoholic whore at the bar to scoop up
Y'all abuse her and go through the Kama Sutra
Karma's a puta, the coolest, calmest cougar
Who can see through every one of your smart maneuvers?
She can read the cards that you've got
Have you tossed from a moving car or rooftop?
Pray to Jesus, Allah, Buddha, may God give you luck
Death is round the corner, it ain't hard to screw up
All turn to dust, yet some of these fools trust
They'll live until a hundred with a wonderful future
I've watched youngens go, some didn't do much
One kid got his skull crushed under a school bus
"It's not fair," that's what they said, but death don't care
One minute you're here, next you're in our prayer
Play this at my funeral, it's kinda suitable
Take off your ties and suits, spare me your goodbyes and toodaloos
Time is moving, It's time to remind a few of you
You next in line, quit treating life like a Rubik's cube and let me die
Enjoy the sunshine, you stupid fools I envy y'all
Remember y'all, life is beautiful
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Writer(s): Pierre Scarland, Alban Bernad
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