To live only to work
Wake up and eat
Here in the desert, there isn’t much shade
The hours are long, so we get little sleep
We complete our labors until we die
This is the life of a slave

Do chores with no pay and little respect, a slave
We finish our work
Sometimes we would rather die
But we continue building, and still eat
Sometimes we rest on the job, to make up for lost sleep
Although sun’s burn keeps us awake, we could use some shade

Our pharaoh tells us many lies, throwing his own shade
He says we will be free soon, no longer a slave
No longer without dreams, getting our sleep
No more work
More meals for us to eat
Why does he waste his breath, if we only receive this when we die?

I was told by my brothers of the sweet relief when we die
To be up above and have the sweet clouds cover us with shade
All the food we desired would be there for us to eat
Finally, free from the shackles of a slave
A place where the pharaoh would be doing our work
We would no longer suffer nightmares, but have it replaced by delicate sleep

A realm where we would feel safe in our dreams, sleep
It could be a place where we are never afraid to die
It would be simple, requiring no work
Our eyes would close, giving our lids shade
Our dreams would conquer the nightmares, making them slaves
Never feed your fears, because they love to fester and eat



The blazing sun would wake me up, my tongue dry, reminding me I need to eat
The sand burns our feet as we walk, we only want to lay down and sleep
Our work never seems to finish; I suppose this is the life of a slave
The pharaoh is corrupt, hoping every day he would take his eternal sand nap and die
Then the dark veil he provided would make the sadness disappear, his shade
Only having to do one more piece of work

The final work would be to eat his food
We would use his home for shade and sleep in his many rooms
No longer fearing to die or fear of ever being a slave again