You work so hard, and for what?
Sell your soul for a chance to play at life’s little game.
To take a part you’ve already lost.
You work so hard for a chance to live.
But your life is the price you pay.
You give it all chasing phantom carrots.
Stuck on an endless cycle.
Trying to resurrect in the act of killing
The very thing you had to begin with.
The only thing you’ve ever wanted.
In the end it’s wasted effort.
Can’t win no matter what.
In order to live you must die.
And thus the game is played.
As if you were given a choice...
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
You work so hard, and for what?
Sell your soul for a chance to play at life’s little game.
To take a part you’ve already lost.
You work so hard for a chance to live.
But your life is the price you pay.
You give it all chasing phantom carrots.
Stuck on an endless cycle.
Trying to resurrect in the act of killing
The very thing you had to begin with.
The only thing you’ve ever wanted.
In the end it’s wasted effort.
Can’t win no matter what.
In order to live you must die.
And thus the game is played.
As if you were given a choice...
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