What’s the use? There is no hope for me

What’s the use? There is no hope for me,
Deep inside just fear and misery.
Man’s enslaved by this haunting melody—
Everything, my friend, is temporary.

Day by day, I tried to stop this song.
What is it? There must be something wrong…
Oh! This life is just a hopelessness!
Always searching, but tasting emptiness.

All day long you play the “same ole song”:
“Good morning”, “How are you?”, “No, there is nothing wrong.”
You’re swept by the world of deceptive vanity,
A tide looking good, but it’s void of reality.

You’re conformed to unreality,
Trapped in a wheel of human anxiety.
You are caught, you’re in the web already.
You’re spun to this song: you’re just the spider’s prey.

Life is a song as a time hour glass,
Sand by sand, my friend it cannot last.
You’re born, you live, and eventually you die.
Friend, you can’t change it, no need to even try.