As I was walking through a life one morning

the sun was out, the air was warm, but

Oh, I was cold

And though I must have looked a half a person,

to tell the tale, in my own version,

It was only then that I felt whole



But do you believe in something beautiful?

Then get up and be it



Fighting for the smallest goal to, get a little self-contol

I know how hard you try. I see it in your eyes

But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten

And what's eating you alive might help you to survive.



We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a Grand Tradition

And oh, what did we find?

It was Ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Ana

Oh, we'd been unkind



But do you believe in something beautiful?

Then get up and be it



Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control

I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine.

But call your friends,

'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten

And what's eating you alive, might help you to survive.



And even the nights, they can get better

And even the days ain't all that bad

And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing



But do you believe in something beautiful?

Then get up and be it



Fighting for the smallest goal to, gain a little self-control

Won't anybody here just let you disappear?

Not doctors, nor your mom nor dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Ana

Know how hard you try. Don't you see it in my eyes?



Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence

Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive

Cigarettes and speed to live and, sleeping pills to feel forgiven

All that you contrive, and all that you're deprived

All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change

Don't have any idea. They'll never see so clear.

But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike

when you don't really need to

Some are dying for a cause, but that don't make it yours.



And even the nights, they can get better.]