When I see the trouble in this life,
I hang my head and sigh...
When I see the apocalytpic signs,
prepare myself for battle like
a warrior who resolves to stay and fight...
I sing my death song,
because I've been slowly dying all along.
All along...
When I see the trouble in this life;
the self righteous spite,
unblinking eye as innocent babies die,
the lack of third eyesight instead of beauty and light, and the fast setting sun approaching unending night..
I feel it isn't right....it isn't right!
Nothing is fair and only decisive
action can clear the stale air...
More and more people becoming aware
of the trouble in this life...
Too many folks just can't sleep at night
because of trouble in their lives...
For all the stress they strive thru strife
but its just a mountain made from molehills.
Scavenge the dry bones of an old kill;
Mental starvation testing no longer bold will...
Hold still... the trouble in this life
will make quick work of that...
Fight back! Tooth and nail....
Bite and scratch...at the trouble in this life...
Stab the lies with 10 inch knife!
The beast must die before the balances
and checks again are correct...
But as of yet... no ends left
for the man who comes to collect.
Disrespect....the trouble in this life...
Singing my death song....
Because it isn't right...