Get me off this place.

Disease ridden cluster fuck waiting to explode
we all stand around it, wanting to know
what is the plan that we all must partake
where is the air we all must intake?
get me off this place, i dont wanna save
promises, and guarantees that have been made
there is nothing divine about your way
if it was already said, why is it called a race?
failure rate at 100, we all do not comply
because in attempting to comply the meaning, we always tend to die.
if it was set in motion for us in the beginning
why would we waste time, with things that have no meaning?
if there is a helping hand from up high,
why is it some, never even see the sky?