the cup is not half empty as pessimists say

as far as he sees, nothing's left in the cup

a whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge

since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up



a singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere

he gave heed to nothing and all that he was, was just a tragedy



so he voyages in circles, succeeds getting nowhere

and submits to the substance first got him there



then in violent frustration, he cries out to god or just no one

is there a point to this madness, and all that he was, was just a tragedy



he feels alone

his heart in his hand he's alone

he feels alone

i feel...



then on that last day he breaks

and he stood tall

and he yelled, and he yelled

then in violent frustration, he cries out to god or just no one

is there a point to this madness, and all that he was, was just a tragedy



(backroud screaming in the last part) -

God, what went, went wrong, God

Then he takes his life