Everything seems obvious Up here above Seems that people get along Seems a lot to you alone
Try to hold the fuck on Sick of fingers in my seams Coming from a city sounds of the same old song At least I don't just sit there At least I don't just nod
(Everything's not shitty)
Some things aren't so bad Tell me Mr. Positive Why am I so bored? Why am I so sad?
Everything's not shitty the prisoners might disagree They sing a song quite obvious There must be something wrong with us
And I'm sick inside now show us you will be covered in hands and with our skin exposed They will chew us down to bone Marching,Flaming architects building fancy homes Any lies i read should have made me prepared for this
Lately all i need you get scratched with shiny things We look at this in a brand new light Because our lives are pretty At least we are alive
I'm not a physical being
With nowhere to go tried to shot himself dead
its the travels that we take that make it all worth while it's the things that you will see