Life is simple, life is unique

You're born, you live, you die

What you feel, what you think

Even all you do is dry

 

Dry, in this sense, is not meaningless

But, rather unchanging, and hard

Your life is special, your life is full

But, what fills it can only be described as scarred

 

Life has opportunity, both good and bad

It is eventful, meaningful, and simply complex

But worth, or value, is the question here

My question to you, my thought, my hex

 

What is your life worth to you?

What does your life hold in store for you too?

How are you living? How will you die?

In battle, life and death will always end true.

 

Death will win the war you wage

Day after day you sit there in comfort

Never concerning, never wondering

What will be waiting at the end of this concert?

 

Do you have a reason to sit through this song?

A reason to bear the horrors that come.

Something or someone to hold you here.

Do you have a reason not to succumb?

 

Give me a reason to torture myself!

Give me a thought to cover the pain!

Give me someone to comfort my sorrow!

Show me the world where blood shall rain.

 

Where death and life are evenly matched.

Where good things are there to outweigh the bad.

Where music shall ring in the life of tomorrow.

And tomorrow hath no end, no rest to be had

 

We all have a reason, we all have our stay

We all share the same fate, from death to birth

Ask yourself this, friend. One simple thing:

Why are you here? What stays you on Earth?