Testo Angst

It took me quite some time
To accept
That a consequence of living
Is dying

But i just can't accept
That a consequence of loving
Is trying
Because all decisions we make
Along the way
Have no purpose at all then why
Bother and try at all?
Bother and try at all?
Bother and try at all?
Bother and try at all?

And it turned out
As a matter of fact
That 9 to 5 killed the illusion of life we had
As a child

So life passes by And death passes through
While cuffed to our daily routines
We do what's left to do
We do what's left to do
We do what's left to do

I have already spent
Too much time
And too much breath
I have already tried
To run away
As fast as I can

Another breath
A breakdown
Get up
Start all over again