Wage of Fear

I know the same old task
Keeps blurring into the empty flask,
And those stains and scars
Weren't written in the stars.
But there's a reason you are here,
Don't let your work become your fear.

We put out our burning palms
To receive our wages as alms,
Even though we never get to hold
Our reward as tangible gold.
It's like life's an empty hole
And we're just digging to find our soul.

But there's a reason you are here,
Don't let your work become your fear.