You spend your days   At a dead end job   Where you just do   What you are told   And you come home   To an empty place   Fall asleep by the TV set   And on the weekend,   You get all drunk   Try to escape,   Till Monday comes      Why is it so we die just as copies   If it’s so we’re born originals      So it goes, so it lingers   While life is slipping   Through your fingers   And you’re counting the days   As it seems   Without goals   And without dreams      Why is it so we die just as copies   If it’s so we’re born originals   Burn heart burn,   Yearn heart yearn      It’s so sad, it’s not a life   It’s a storage of a man   And I’m not asking   For an easy time   But I’m asking   For a meaningful life      Why is it so we die just as copies   If it’s so we’re born originals   Burn heart burn,   Learn heart learn   Why is it so we’re all replaceables   It’s because we’re all predictables