My jobs the reaper
it keeps pushing me deeper
into that hole of despair
mind so fragile its ready to tear
my anger is consuming
close by my side its looming
if i let it rain down like hail
sure it means i will go to jail
but its so tempting you see
i have all these people bothering me
this battle is never ending
like a message god is sending
i choose to ignore
I'd much rather walk through that door
than stay here and sit
in this god forsaken hell pit
i can finally see that light
i need my shades its just so bright
its sitting there calling my name
begging me to end this game
but i wont give up
no matter what they say
i will never give up today
i will just take the kicking
hope none of their words start sticking
this is my proclamation
to stay in this nation
till my bones grow old
and my body begins to buckle
i will just laugh at all those and chuckle
