Blood, Sweat, Tears

What's it worth if there’s nothing to come home to

What's it worth if there’s nothing to look forward to

The bells toll

I hear her coming

More blood and tears, less sweat

What’s the point in trying, Nothing will come of it

Why even try if we leave in the end

Clock strikes 11

She’s right around the bend

Blood

I only feel the suffering 

I only want to sleep

There is no future

Time to go

She’s at my door

Blood

Why get up 

Why try

Why live

She’s here,

Goodbye