You know it well,
all life with a price.
A tag to every word that escapes a lip.
That no life is eternal,
or at least far as we know.
You must do,
to have,
then soon we all go.
But rather than fretting,
rather than dark depths.
Take the price tag and pay it,
as it won't rip off.
Take the price tag and pay it,
though it may rip you off.
Take the price tag and pay it,
since there is never a choice.
Take this price tag and pay it,
and work for what you want,
or demolish the store you built,
leaving holes in all you've got,
watching the land beneath you tilt.