We don't perceive good fortune - just what we carve for ourselves
In this self erected prison we fight and ruin our lives
We fight from season to season; we cry for no good reason
C'est la vie tragique...
We strive for greater riches at any and all cost
Cast your hopeful glances elsewhere; they are wasted on the likes of us
Marking time on an empty shore, counting days on a desert plateau
Indefinite grief defines our world
It has to end one way or another...
C'est la vie tragique