What's the point of living when I barely feel alive?
What's the point of keep pushing when nothing goes my way?
Am better off with my ancestors,
Whether in heaven or hell,
Am better off in the world of the dead
Where peace is the atmosphere, where I live not in dread.

I want to go to a slumber which no man wakes up,
For even a bit of bliss to me seems like a set up,
I want to sleep and never wake up,
Even if not in peace, pieces will do,
For am...