From The Cradle To The Grave-Astral Doors

With a gun inside your mouth life's rushing by In the shade of sin; to live you have to die Convicting yourself to the cross; it was your loss The face made of tragic and tears: Now it's here It goes on and on and on From the cradle to the grave Well, it rolls like a wheel The torture goes on and on In the houses made of stone you try to hide But the eyes of the beholder will try To drag you from heaven to hell, I tell The treasure, the struggle in pain All in vain It goes on and on and on From the cradle to the grave Well, it rolls like a wheel On and on and on On and on and on It goes on and on and on On and on and on It goes on and on and on Now you're gone The torments tongue brought you under the ground I can see it now so clear; you have to die Convicting yourself to the cross; it was your loss The face made of tragic and tears Now it's near It goes on and on and on From the cradle to the grave Well, it rolls like a wheel The torture goes on and on It goes on and on and on From the cradle to the grave In the calm in the storm On and on and on On and on From the cradle to the grave On and on and on and on