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
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
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 have it all, 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 f**k it all
It's wasted on deaf ears
Nobody
listen 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