This Amusement Called Life

Fucked-up delusions of me on a bike,
riding through this amusement called life.

Where will it end,
with death or beyond?
Only the wind knows,
and tomorrow is gone.

Today we need the answers
for life, love, and sex.
Tomorrow we die,
with eight minutes left.

All the papers graded,
the answers are in.
Now it's too late though,
we died with our sins.