Living to Die

He woke up every day to a sign hung above his bed "Remember you're dying" is all it read He met with brothers and others and continued on his way as if to say "We're in this together For worse, for better" Leafing through the pamphlets he stuck out his calloused hands Standing on the corner, he'd still pray for their demands And no one said that mourning would be easy But trying beats dying so he felt content to see And no one said that mourning would be easy But trying beats dying so he felt content to see Hallelujah And he sings Hallelujah And he sings Hallelujah And he sings Hallelujah He thinks of himself as a "doer" and gets things done Stacks of goals and footwear holes concur Schedule billed and mailbox filled And no time left to think of her He flips the channel and prays for suicide bombers So misguided they'd die for a lie And falls asleep in front of glow of TV's snow And winds up awake at night, looking at his sign And he's lying on a lie And he's lying on a lie And he's lying on a lie And he's lying on a lie That says that he's living That says that he's living That says that he's living That says that he's living That says that he's living That says that he's living That says that he's living That says that he's living That says that he's living That says that he's living That says that he's living That says that he's living