Hey, tell me how it is that
There's so many beautiful things around
But we rarely let them in our heads
Instead, a problem's at the door every day
Mine is the biggest, why?
'Cause it's mine and it's burning me up
Though for you it's just surrealism
Everything's relative and depends on your point of view
For some, even a straight line is crooked
Does that make it crooked?
You think your problem is the biggest?
And ask Clapton why he wrote
Tell me what normality is
Normality is the majority
You need someone to lean on
Today money teaches us math
Hold on to it boy, like a castaway to a raft
I wanna be patient like a vampire
Though in my dreams I'm already dead
I'm not stupid, maybe sometimes lazy like Garfield
I could fill pages at a printer's speed
But would I be great then?
Still through the darkness
Even though because of it
We have so many, so many, so many scars
Though I know, our home is many, many, many days away
People spend half their lives making money, losing health and strength
The other half they spend their cash on what they lost
We walk through a labyrinth, dazed by mourning
Gold, frankincense, myrrh, walking a thin line
And time flows steadily, it keeps stealing and doesn't forgive
And I feel that today I must clean the Augean Stables
The world doesn't turn back, at most it can give us a bow
So why is it showing us its a*s, huh?
Draw a heart with your finger on a steamy windowpane
Go and add two lines to it
You've turned a heart into tits
It's easy to twist things around
But even a defenseless kitten fights when cornered
Gender, origin doesn't matter, everyone fights with a shadow
If you gaze long into an abyss
The abyss also gazes into you
Maybe you'll meet me there somewhere
Like the light behind the tunnel
'Cause even when you close the windows the darkness in the sky doesn't disappear
Still through the darkness
Even though because of it
We have so many, so many, so many scars
Though I know, our home is many, many, many days away
Still through the darkness
Even though because of it
We have so many, so many, so many scars
I've had enough of conspiracies and betrayals
Lies, opportunists, populists and complaints
Punks and comedowns, erase their trace from the disk, letters and dates
I just wanna live out my years with my senses at peace
I won't change a thing here anyway
Even if I punched them in the face
I'm going deaf from their bullets, and blind from the flash of their shots
If you gutted me and thrashed me
Sh*t me out, spat me out and ate me
People, for Christ exposed their flaws long ago
And you, exist and fight in this landfill of their truths
Amidst the pressure and this squeeze for a bit of glitz and garments
In this mix of their truths, truth and falsehood still dance
Which are mutually exclusive, like those from Egypt with those from Olympus for years
Buy a few chances, and every fool will buy clout
Which will be as visible as a banner
People are hypocrites, each of us stands close to them
Who's bigger, us or them, hey?
Still through the darkness
Even though because of it
We have so many, so many, so many scars
Though I know, our home is many, many, many days away