Lost at Sea

I think that I'm slowly dying

On a road to life, wrote on papyrus

I wanna stop eating, then stop breathing

And say I did everything in the name of Zion

I pray to God every night to spare me from heaven

Cause in life perfect days are a recipe for depression

I'd rather be getting burned and whipped in the pits of hell

Instead of eating grapes in white rooms, pondering progression

Of course if you're hearing this God don't take it to heart

For a modern man's wishes are simply nothing at all