It was supposed to be whatever you make of it

But in this world our choices are limited, not just by a bit

Little green pieces of paper decide our future, what shit

Struggle against your path, but by a wall you shall be hit

Break through it, and now you want to but can't step back a bit

Little game of ups and downs

Life is the greatest cliche, but still adorned with crowns

Countless paths trodden, all now underground

You think it is unique? 

Oh, countless have found whatever you found

And will continue finding it too, it just goes around

Go on, sit in that merry-go-round

Enjoy or hate the ups and downs

Trudge upon the common path

Or try to make a unique sound

Its all the same, we all end up underground