In a dying world
it's feast or famine, breathe deep
and take your pick
Don't act like there's an option
you'll be the one who fades quick
Watch the sky swallow the sun
one more time
and take in the night's empty serenity

No plan of action, no grand schemes
No sanctuary, no hope for change
Having tasted a better life, puts me

At the bottom for so long
gazing at the opening above me
I see a hope for change, I see a hope for more
Just sacrifice for survival

Life is what you make it!
What you make it
No holding back

Today I feast on this spoiled world
as the rest famine
As the rest famine below me
as the rest
famine