Work song second chorus repetition

Gonna hold on life
even if you get whipped,
okay?
stuff your finger in your ears
don’t worry
even then
voices
never stop
yeah
still got things to say
Sitting on the edge
thinking
“yeah 
falling felt okay”
but I am still breathing
so I can say
things are without purpose
all alone
out on the surface
seething in the sun.
The nights
where you can find me
when all is done.
but until dawn
I will be hearing
my work song.
So cue the music
set it on repeat.
nobody
quite ready
to admit defeat.