The Beating of a Lifetime

Life sucks, then you die,
Thanks, Dad, for the advice.
You aim low. You get by.
You won't win, so don't try.

The beating of a lifetime is taking it's toll tonight.

One by one, my fingers giving back
The grip they thought they had.
One by one, my fears evaporate
And I find the strength to say 'enough is enough'.

I don't mind being stuck
down here in this rut
Honestly, it is just this routine
I'm afraid of.

The beating of a lifetime is taking it's toll tonight.

One by one, my fingers giving back
The grip they thought they had.
One by one, my fears evaporate
And I find the strength to say 'enough is enough'.

What good are these bars of gold, when the world comes to an end?
Maybe we can use them to smash our brains in.
What good is this heart and soul when the mind and the body
have lost all hope?