These days I'm a stranger to myself,
A step to my death
and a hazard to my health.
I worry so much about tomorrow
forgetting today was once a tomorrow
and tomorrow shall someday be yesterday.

I walk with a void, a deep emptiness of destruction
Finding comfort in the darkness of human affection
But wait, mans birth came with its condition
Exposed and naked we were brought forth
and at the end of it all, with company we go not.