At a birth, we will all acknowledge life as amazing
We've witnessed a hopeful, beautiful miracle
In the flash and spark of lights, we become alive
But we watch as life turns ignorant spectacle
By bread, circus, sex and food, we feed a need
In pleasure, not dreams, we find contentment
Given drugs to wake or sleep, to have sex
Or even to be alive in the moment
This is not life, it is a nightmare
One created by our own addictions
Dreams are lost and we are broken
We embrace the victim-hood
Of all of our afflictions
There is nothing we wouldn't do
To relieve our self inflicted torment
If only for the moment, a minute passing
And for pittance, we'd sell our soul
Our souls, for a temporary pleasure
In exchange for a life everlasting
