Whatever the hell it turns out to be, that's the title.

You struggle and you strive
To make the cut, to take the dive
But in the end it comes to naught
For despite all the you have bought
For all the twists and all your turns
For every bridge that you have burned
You find yourself all alone and cold
With the wind to your front, so bold
Call forth your lies and deceit
Run from life and try to cheat
Speak and speech and never recognize
Every word you say are hollow lies
Spin again to face the sun,
And in the moment, you've just begun
To hear the coming of your doom
It's almost here, so very soon
You'll lie, you'll cheat, you'll beg and plead
But when the curtain falls you'll mostly bleed
Every drop a raucous sound
One more that hits the ground
Shall I cease, or shall I go on
I hear your death, a livid marathon
Grief filled innocents coming for you
And there's nothing you can ever do
Buried and gone you'll reside
With only dirt by your bitter side
You think you'll win this race
This life you walk with cowardly pace
But mark my words, and mark them well
You'll find yours when you're in hell

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I'm in a weird mood today. Kind of down, and I dunno why.