I swear death is closer than you think
and hell is just a stones throw away.
You work for that daily bread.
You sing a song that comforts you.
The tune is useless.
You are not invincible.

Death believe how sweet you are.
You slave and save to be someone you don't love.

Dare me to break another vow I made.
And no one saying thank you
to the one who needs the credit.
You cry when your life is a mess
and you care when you are affected.
Was there even an ounce of doubt'
You just keep on singing that song.

What is the point of living if its all for yourself.
When you find another exit let me know.