Under the burning lights
Speechless you stand on stage
Nothing left of your life
That cold chilling cough
Echoes from the crowd
Permeates the air
You know what that cough means
That hedonistic sound in your head
The meaning of your life is gone
You're on stage with nothing left
In old age you run out of things to say
Nothing to please the panel of viewers
The panel decides your death time
Some go young, and some go old
Others just don't seem to die
Nevertheless
That cold heartless cough
Will come and get you soon