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