Comfortably happy

If money was all we need
Would it be easier to live
Without a trace?
Or just even harder to get paid?

Life never had to have a sense
For you and everyone
Pretend to finally get
Comfortably happy

And so pathetic
People keep on just leaving
Believing that after living
Heaven will welcome them
And hell punish the others

Haven’t done the good daily deeds
Or haven’t prayed the right way
In the right church
Cut my lips if I’m lying
Kiss them if you agree

Go get your answers
‘Cause I keep trying since I remember
To find mines
But as much as time pass
Much I get sure of
There is none.