F-1, what fun, I’m getting things done
Just dealing with everything under the sun
So much obligation, too much on my plate
The things I once loved I’m starting to hate
Look up and another thing comes in to grate
On my last nerve.
Something strange has ushered a new era into my world
In the guise of precious treasure, like diamonds and pearls
But on the inside somethings warning me not to be decieved
For if do not heed the warning, I’ll somehow be agrieved
Nothing else can fill this vacuum, this seeming empty void
That’s creeping up to get me, to make me feel annoyed
A stealthy, crafty enemy, that needs to be destroyed.
I’ll fight this thing through prayer, it just cannot be ignored
For the battle is not mine, it’s the LORDS!