Our perfect disease: LIFE

Victory is for loosers

You have it from birth
It lasts until death
And in between
It works at its best

It works from morning
Through evening and noon
It lasts and it lasts
Exerting a tune

Creating and giving
Not taking away
Life puts us through hardship
But always we stay

We lose a few
To be fair, Many more
We live until death comes
Knocking on our door

But still we fight
Till the battle is won
And if not we worship
And praise the lucky one

To be free from it's grips
This horrible thing
Always there above us
Creating again

We wish for it's end
We wish for it to last
In the end we have man
Expanding (and fast)

We mash and destroy ourselves
While not thinking it through
We do not realize
The torture (to you)

So to death we will stand
And raise our heads high
As we gallantly ride
To our place in the sky