Work

You work, work, work, you work, There's no time to stop, There's no time to stop. You're living your days Like you're already dead, The slave of yourself, The slave of yourself. So what're you searching for? A city of gold? Or are you dreaming of ruling the world? In a race for an illusion You're losing your friends. And that's the way you're selling your soul. Hear the lion roar, what were you made for? There is the white door, Worth living and dying for Whether it's wrong or right. You still want more and more. It's hard to withstand And it's so easy to follow. Slowly falling into the black hole, But that's not enough, Until you hit bottom. But who breaks every chain? Do you know His name? Has the world enslaved your mind? The sun is rising and the night is on the wane. Being on the other side is a losing game. Hear the lion roar, You were made with something deep within, So what were you made for? What's the reason you're alive? There is the white door, Hiding the truth and consummate healing, Worth living and dying for Whether it's wrong or right. Hear the lion roar, You were made with something deep within, So what were you made for? What's the reason you're alive? There is the white door, Hiding the truth and consummate healing, Worth living and dying for Whether it's wrong or right.