Pac Man

Pac Man, Packin' on the pounds. Munchin' on pellets to repetitive sounds. 

Just an average man, packed in the crowd, running from his demons, just trying to get out.

Count your coins carefully. Face it, the good and the graceless all die eventually. There's no finish line, no ending credits, just gets harder and harder. 

Until your fruitless, fresh out of lives, lifeless on the pavement.