Should I go right? Where nothing is left.
A barren land, a thirsty sea.
Or should I go left? Where nothing is right.
A world of hate, a void of love.

Empty buildings, vacant eyes,
They stare at hope -
Despair gazes back
Nothing to breathe, all is still.

Chaos ensues, a riot of colours.
The drunk are a haze.
Let your lust run ablaze
All is good, don’t dampen the mood.

Will you get busy living?
In a world full of sinning?
Or will you get busy dying?
In a world not worth trying?