Dead men alive
Dead to self
Dead to emotion
Dead in action

We trudge around in the drudgery of daily living
Sleep eat work and sex
Animal instincts or worse
Chasing wealth that we never get
Getting lost in the oblivion of hope

Hope for a better life
Better life that seldom comes
Come it may that better life
But this seldom phenomenom
Is never experienced

As mans thirst for more
And discontent in things that should content
Is what kills man