1.

So broken and old

this thing called life.

So dark and cold

this thing called life.

So meaningless and dead

this thing called life.

Where does it end and begin?

2.

What is race in the context of life?

Why does is still pop up everyday?

Who said it had to be like this?

Where do we stop with all this?

When will it stop?

How is everyone ok with no end?