They say, that some people have all the luck
And some people don't
What am I supposed to do?
When all of the misfortune cascades to me
And no chance of evading, so misleading

All the things that goes by
Seem to just fly away, away
When you expect the problem's going to end
And anticipate what heaven can send
You'll find out its useless
It's all worthless, sensless

I know the world could be cruel and be so unfair
Please tell me this is all a dream

(Track #12 from the album "UnrealCardiacEffect" by N.Y.O.B)