Life doesn't make sense it's ironically funny,
All our time gets spent chasing after money,
Wondering where the light went when its no longer sunny,
These days dollars and cents are sweeter then honey,
Selling our souls for plastic material items,
We've been told lies and that our feelings we should hide them,
Your brothers so cold you should go stand right beside him,
There are sights to behold but the surface is too thin,
You're already enough so always seeking more,
Makes life kind of tough its a fleeting chore,
Stop pretending your cuffed death is a creeping sore,
We're all diamonds in the rough lions who've lost their roars,
I say we band back as one before our time is done,
Instant gratification is fun but its end will come,
For the hills we run at dawn from the sun,
Our heads have been hung but we can create a new and forget where hate came from.