What's to fight for, another day?
I asked myself when l fell from the highest peak
Greed haunted me forever and gave
More satisfaction until it was in my grave
High cash flow drives to off limit
Benjamin in my mirror, chemicals in my veins
So how much further can everything get,
As long as l breath and am not clinically dead?
So what fight is this after all?
I feel nothing despite i've seen the end.
And what am i to be afraid of?
When i'm already dead and reserved my place in hell
Consulting is no god's term
For being born, humans instincts within
Valleys of gold to be conquered by
Bold imagineers with wildest thoughts
But the grass looked greener on the other side
I had my time, in blurry scenes
Scared lands full of strayed souls
Who's to say all you need is less
So what fight is this after all?
I feel nothing despite i've seen the end.
And what am i to be afraid of?
When i'm already dead and reserved my place in hell

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