I'm still unarmed
Not equipped to understand
Sounding alarms
Doesn't make a lesser man
All ends the same
All roads leading to nowhere
Zero sum games
Always add up to nothing
And it goes on
Suspiciously working out too well
As Sisyphus battles up the hill
Begrudgingly forced to start again
The cyclical trials never end
Coat in a sheet of ice
Ignore well-meaning advice
I swear, all roads lead to ruin
They'll say "alter what you're doing"
I know
"Just wait for your day"
Wait silently