Death Below

You hope to die one day That'd serve as a fun day You want to cut your wrists Or talk about the risks That the loaded gun brought you But you are still here alive Yes you work a nine to five To get by, at night you cried When this world only promised lies But everyday I'm battling with you Sadness seems to cloud our minds Sometimes I dig through gold mines To reach my soul for another day So I hope you reflect on this Sometimes our actions effect this You can never bet a wish When death is on the list