Life sucks then you die
thanks, Dad, for the advice
you aim low you get by

you won't win so don't try

the beating of a lifetime

is taking it's toll tonight

one by one, my fingers giving back

the grip they thought they had
one by one, my fears evaporate
i find the strength to say

enough is enough

i don't mind being stuck

down here in this rut
honestly, it is just
this routine i'm afraid of


what good are these bars of gold
when the world comes to an end

maybe we could use them
to smash our brains in
what good is this heart and soul

when the mind and the body
have lost all hope