Problems of this Life is what I think...
Staring at the ceiling without a blink...
All the hard work has gone down the drain...
Those long hours & weekend have gone in vain...
Money has become this life's marrow...
This race has made us shallow...

Problems of this Life is what I think...
Staring at the ceiling without a blink...
"Blue screen of death" is what I want...
No Work to do and all fun around...
Why should I work for a funny *** clown...
Why should I keep my expectations down...

Problems of this Life is what I think...
Staring at the ceiling without a blink...
EQ doesn't matter, nor do feelings...
In the end this leaves you squealing...
Like a swine... in a closed cage...
Who has to take the inhuman shot.. despite all the rage...

Problems of this Life is what I think...
Staring at the ceiling without a blink...