waking in the morning
it can be obscene
difficult to tell
which one is the bad dream
even mr sun
doesnt seem to be happy
he fixes himself on
everything youve come to be
but he cant understand
everything that youve been through
neither can those fools
who tell you what to do
sitting on the curb all lined up in a row
one by one it hits you
you see that there is no...


life without a reason
everything is breathing
everything is part of a greater plan
so make yourself important
show it to the door
and come and see me when you think you understand


no one single reason
why things came to be
theyre melted all together
in one obscurity
let the past will be what draged you
dont fear the memories
the feelings you will find
that the past will set you free
cuz no ones in your corner
youre fighting on your own
no ones there to patch
the wounds that you have grown
then it comes, it hits you
then it is you know
theres so much left to live for
you see that there is no...

life without a reason
everything is breathing
everything is part of a greater plan
so make yourself important
show it to the door
and come and see me when you think you understand (x4)