In this world, we’re bound to rot 

reap what you sow, the fruit of your crop 
In the end, it’s all for naught
 
for a joyous life, we’ve long fought 
striving endless, until we reach the top 
in this world we’re bound to rot
 
for morality, kindness my soul has sought 
for purest of motives, man’s suffering shall stop 
in the end, it’s all for naught 
 
only distant guilt for those I’ve shot
their pain is but a drop 
in this world we’re bound to rot
 
in grand scheme, our lives are but a blot
in sorrow, greif and vanity we’ll sop 
in the end, it’s all for naught
 
we’ll kill for the morals we’ve been taught 
but this story wasn’t written by dear aesop 
in this world we’re bound to rot
in the end, it’s all for naught