Letras: Holy Mountain. Enemies. Rope Or Bullet.

what the fuck do we wake up for
when every fiber in our bodies
aches for us to end it
kill yourself
and call it the end
or fight your way
through it again
we will sometimes be defined
by the things we do to survive
by the things we do to stay alive
as we toil
for nothing
no reward
we will fight our instinct to die