| Find me in the next life
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| Until then I won’t let you in
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| I trust what exists: life
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| I tried
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| I called for a sign
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| To bring me to life
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| But all I managed to find
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| Were fools in paradise
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| And now I struggle to see in color
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| Carry my burdens with no ignorant bliss
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| Avoiding problems under the covers
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| But time won’t stand still while I hide in my room
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| Without a purpose, why do I bother?
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| Scraping the bottom for reasons to exist
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| I hold my head down under the water
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| So that I may find this supposed white light
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| Slowly, I’ve come to realize I can only count on what I know and
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| Knowing without uncertainty eludes me as I wander through this life
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| If there’s a reason for this existence, somebody tell me why
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| I know the world will just keep on spinning whether I live or die
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| One choice could end this forever, or at least in my mind
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| But my voice and yours heard together could shed a different light
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| Myths and legends (they're not real, though I feel afraid)
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| Fool us again (I tried to, I want to believe)
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| Thirst for knowledge (it takes me, it breaks me again)
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| Gives no solace (that I can find) |