Life is a drag and death is her sister 

Sleep is her cousin,

then comes…

The big brother

Life as we know it…

Life can often be pretty 

as long as death’s not beside her

without death, a family portrait would seem rather empty,

Therefore she won’t appear in the picture till long after 

The big brother however

disguises him self and seldom tells the truth.

Some might say he’s mighty clever

Or just a gorilla in a suit

Life as we know it…

He guides our spiritual troops,

To fight over the mythical truth

Drowning in the political soup 

Confusing the ever gullible youth...

Despite living in a dysfunctional way

We’re all in the same picture, striking different poses

But at the end of the day 

If we lived a little more righteous 

We would bunch together like roses.