Nobody listens any more to the lies

Is there a woman who keeps swallowing flies?

Is there a Jesus waiting arms open wide

Too many stories, and too many



Nobody listens any more to the trees

All moving too fast turning birds into bees

Some say the hurricane will soon be a breeze

I want to see it I want to believe, it's real



Wake up and smell the roses trust me and leap

The hand that rocks the cradle rocks you to sleep

It's not what you think it's not what you see

Is there a future or is it just me?



Some days I'm happy, some days I'm all right (victim)

Some days I'm thinking maybe dead would be nice (can I suggest)

Some days it's easy, some days it's a fight (victim)

Some days I'm thinking life itself is the price



life itself is the price

life itself is the price

(life itself is the price)

(life itself is the price)



The wind it whispers today could be your last

Annihilation but why overreact

All roads are leading to repeating the past

I see the weeds are coming up again through the cracks



Some days I'm happy, some days I'm all right (victim)

Some days I'm thinking maybe dead would be nice (can I suggest)

Some days it's easy, some days it's a fight (victim)

Some days I'm thinking life itself is the price



Some people never fly, some people fly and die

Some people tell you that ours is not to reason why

Some people live alone, some people live a lie

Some people tell you that the grass is greener if you're high

Some people sell you love, some people sell you faith

Some people sell you white and openly engender hate

Some people fight to win, some people have to fight

Some people tell you that to turn the other cheek is right

Some people live and learn, some people never will

Some people go through life oblivious to all its ills

Some people live in hope, some people live in fear

Some days I'm thinking fuck it all, It's wasted on deaf ears



Nobody listens any more it's a crime

Religious freaks see it all as a sign

We're preaching equal with a mountain to climb

Am I alone here or am I wasting my



Nobody listens any more it's a crime

Religious freaks see it all as a sign

We're preaching equal with a mountain to climb

Am I alone here or am I wasting my



Okay



Some days I'm happy, some days I'm all right (victim)

Some days I'm thinking maybe dead would be nice (can I suggest)

Some days it's easy, some days it's a fight (victim)

Some days I'm thinking life itself is the price



Am I alone here?

Am I alone here?

Am I alone here?

Am I alone here