A broken world
A cruel, oppressive world dictated by made-up rules
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades
Each life a faded, lesser copy than the one before
Wake up, eat, work, sleep, reproduce, and die
I can make my own rules
I can restore balance in this broken world
Die!
Everyone is just waiting
Waiting for it all to be over
All while performing in a stupid, terrible play
Day after day
We cannot do that
A broken world
I can make my own rules
I can restore balance in this broken world
A broken world
I can restore balance in this broken world