Poetic Dan

No end in sight

If I stop and think
I Drown pretty quick
Sinking into endless

I receive and I give
Nothing but repeat
All to save the swaying ship

Now life from a life
Comes with a price
An illusion of numbers
That I\'ll never make enough

When will our enslavement end
To this system of money with trade
We\'re the true animals on this stage
When others are sent to put us in a cage