What's The Price
By Raymond Livingston
What’s the price for the meaning of life?
Once, twice how many times must we bleed to survive?
Punished for breathing, cursed from the start,
Born in the shadows, with a hole in our hearts.
We wander these ruins, lost and alone,
Chasing a purpose we’re never shown.
Wake up screaming, sweat on my skin,
Nightmares whisper where the daylight’s been.
Haunted by echoes-are they mine or before?
Digging for answers in wounds that are sore.
So what’s the price for the meaning of life?
When you sell your soul just to feel alive?
You give your heart, your flesh, your fight,
Only to lose it all in the dead of night.
We’re just ghosts in a world built on borrowed time,
Paying for sins that were never mine.
Free will’s a circus, a cruel little game,
Whoever bleeds the most gets to wear the crown of shame.
They break every rule, they sin, and they lie,
Is victory just a mask for the tears we hide?
Let that sink in, let it poison your sleep,
Are we fools to believe we were built for peace?
Even if forever stretched under our skin,
We’d still tear it apart for a taste of sin.
So what’s the price for the meaning of life?
When you give your soul, your body, your heart in the fight,
Not to own, just to borrow what you sought,
Only to lose it all when your time is up.
Money, power, lust-the holy trinity of greed,
Turns angels to monsters, plants sorrow’s seed.
But I refuse to believe we’re just scars and pain,
We’re fragile, we’re broken, but we’re stars in the rain.
Every moment could be the last,
Friends and family-ghosts in the glass.
Will I mess up? Hell yes, I will,
But who really cares? We’re all climbing that hill.
So take what’s yours, and let the rest burn,
fxxx the judges, let the sinners learn.
Chains and labels-words we made,
Man-made prisons we can break.
So what’s the price for the meaning of life?
Is it pain, is it love, is it endless night?
We’re all just searching, we’re all just scars,
But in the darkness, we’re still shining stars.
