Called from the warm safe place
With contractions, sounds and blood
Screaming for my survival, gasping for air
Crying, wet from birth, called from prayer
Whatever the origins, whatever the purpose
Nothing but existence, ready for this circus
This world is brutal, in the end doesn't care
This life is not for fun, it isn't a county fare
Existing to earn our way, yearn to endure
But our form is dirt, only the spirit is pure
And I act as I do, for one purpose alone
I use my being to act for the king
