Be there a cause for all you do?
Are you sure you don't suffer in vain?
Is there a good reason for the stress that's felt?
The exhaustion, the unrest, the pain?

Your values are honorable, you heart is pure,
But there is certainly something you lack.
You lack a true purpose, a point for it all,
A cause for staying away from the pack.

The rebels lacking cause
Expose themselves to the cruel malice of fate.
Rewards are few, the punishments worse,
Living in a world ruled by hate.