The Eleventh Hour Effort

What did we do to deserve this?
A cruel fate for a beautiful soul
It’s like life’s framework collapses each year that we grow older
And we’re left to build it back up
With calloused fingers, broken hands
And we made God in our image
Just to shoot him in the head
How many blows can this building take?
Nothing but holes, yet still it holds
The death and the sickness
The government’s gone to bed
The sun is shining bright
And still I kinda wanna die
'Cause a world without you is no world at all
Now the house is caving in, and the tumor lays in wait
The existential dread, the love and the hate
The bitterness sets in, and the joy subsides
That’s just life, is that right?
So we’ll cling to it, like wet leaves on the pavement
We were always waiting for the shoe to drop
Here it is