Текст пісні Carry On - Whiskey Rebels

Carry On

It’s not fair to want to die
When so many fight to live
Far worse off than you or I
With nothing left to give
I’m older and I’m wiser, I’m closer to death
With a chip on my shoulder that’s causing me stress
Or is it a boulder, a weight on my chest
So easy to get stuck, forget that I’m blessed
If you’re in the game, you’re in the game, play by it’s rules
If you walk the walk, talk the talk, you’ll never play the fool
Why?
Why do I still try?
Why do I still fight!
Why do I desire?
Pictures on my wall inspire me
Some need Machiavelli and some need Jesus Christ
And some read in between the lines and carry on the fight
If you get hit up you get hit up, you’re never backing down
You walk the walk, talk the talk, so take it to the ground
I don’t know why I still try
Well I don’t care if I live or fucking die
But I look to your eyes
Sets me free of my desire