There come times when I feel like shit

There come times when death seems the best way out

I shout out for help, but it seems we’re in a drought of people caring

I’m daring to say that people these days find all sorts of ways

To shape the world around themselves

Leaving everyone in their own little hells

The bells toll and the death toll raises over the price of gold

Know when to hold and when to fold is what I’ve come to live by

But now it’s time to take up the notion and put it into motion

Forget that shit devotion; it’s a bundle of lies

No matter how much one cries it’s a lie that defies

It sustains off of my willingness to care

And one day it’ll lead to my grave

I’ve gotta be brave—not a slave to the powers of the deception

It’s an inception everyone buys into

That is that life is worth living

What a joke