Those wicked times when you're wailing and see all in wane
may be most precious for you to reassess what is plain
They say it's all very clear and simple as this:
"One lives and gets and gets settled" and that is the gist
But when you're stuck in a moment and drowning in it
you're puzzled with simple and stupid becoming a grid
No one else is ever down
No one else but ever me
Be like us and never frown
Be like all and you will see
They just can see what you see
They just can feel what you feel... Never
You're the one that is real
You're the one that should be trying
You'll try to be independent and think on your own
You'll try to be very diffrent and and even alone
You know the way that is chosen is challenging you
Forget the phrase "I'm normal" and just hustle thru
Those wicked times,
Those precious times,
Times of your striving for better
Times of "No more lies"...
