The debt that all men pay
lay simply in their hands-
the love they throw away
and in which they make demands.
Angels fall from grace
while devils are disguised on earth-
and no one even knows
how much love and life are worth.
They take everything for granted
as their time slips away-
and with every moment wasted
a debt they will surely pay.

Day slips into night,
and then it all follows again.
Women, we fall apart,
while we fall for only one man.
And our hearts break with time,
and our bodys break down.
We all slowly lose our minds
and eventually fall into the ground.
With such a precious thing,
I wonder how people waste it away-
with so much left to do-
and with such a debt to pay.

Days turn into months
and months turn into years.
Life grows ever so quickly,
and as it does, so do our fears.
Money and power have no reason,
and only love can survive.
Through all this wreched dying,
I can’t help but feel so alive.
You’ll never be as you are now,
and you’ll never again see today-
don’t waste such precious moments,
for they are the debt men pay.