No rest for the wicked or righteous
The wages are part of the sin
And hell is just another place
We all put our own selves in.

Hard work is rewarded with more work
And Caring rewarded with ache
But not caring just leaves you empty
A coldness that's too hard to shake

So choose, oh you wolves, And choose wisely
What nature of hell you'll be in
The torment of caring too warmly
Or of being alone when you 'win'.

Performed here: https://youtube.com/shorts/CJlnQHXac5A?si=tkWE0RRJp1NNPl2w