We all just barely make it through
Our lives, our minds, our lies, the truth.
All will be washed away by the tide.
Nothing remains but vanity and pride.
Everyone alive fights for the losing side
Making money, chasing love, getting high.
We’re always worshiping false gods
And being rewarded, against all odds.
In our bloody bodies and mortal minds
Sins of the flesh are all we can find.
The world is a wilderness
Full of wonder and wickedness.
We forage the fleeting joy of our lives
From the fragments of whatever survives.