We all have fought this far
To live another day in this realm of despair,
To have another breath in a land of make believe,
Just so we can collapse at the dawn of war

What is the point of joy
Just knowing it will last for ticks,
Taking it for granted as your eyes shred tears
As you realize it's all granted as a toy to play

As you fight, you stand your side
You realize the colors fade away
As your feet fall down you stay and sway
The sorrow coming from the trivial made

We collect and hide in decoys,
The pain and sorrow goes away,
But scars and memories do stay
In our minds and hearts of sticks

Then you wake up and stand up everyday,
Go repeat the day after yesterday,
What is the point of a yesterday
When there's nothing new today

We fight a trivial battle with our dire epoch
We run we sweat we fall to see another sunshine
We laugh we cry we frown to call ourselves a human
Just so we die.