As we plunder our defeats and make out our fates
Learn from our retreats and eat from our plates
We never realize that just someday we will join our "ingrates"
We laugh at the sick, we laugh at the poor
But in the end we get what we deserve
We hate to be exposed, but we love to impose
Our so-called strength rests within our lies,
Yet we cry when someone dear dies
We shed our tears, and go on for years
Unfortunate for some, they don't live as long as their peers
But in your dying breaths, you realize your death
Unlike the lyrics of a song,
Life goes on