Burns with ease in the flames of life, hard situations, different places, endless thirst and strife. Cuts you like a fucking knife, deep, bloody, no end in sight. Take a ride back into the light, trust me, I'll be your guide tonight.

Money, a virus we inject into our souls, thinking it pays our spiritual tolls, but it's no more than paper rolls.

It rots away your dreams, hobbies gone, no time for friends shit takes too much time it seems. Too many favors, your needs have different flavors. Or so you were taught, looking back as an old man, it won't be just a thought, but regret, long but not forgot.

Gotta keep fighting the fight. For dreams, not for paper leaves, take a chance, turn it up bright. Strive, and reach for the light. Appreciate the time you've been given, you are forgiven. Infect the virus, your mind is like time. There is an expiration date, let your mind appreciate, with the good deeds, you have to be the one to start, you have to initiate.