Sometimes we think we know what's going on
but truly never knowing.
Sometimes we think we’re holy,
sometimes we think we see everything clearly,
even when we are blind.
Sometimes we fail, sometimes our soul is gone.
Sometimes we suffer severely even when we're not wrong.
Sitting in a world uninvited I see the clouds are coming in.
It's time to take a drink as we embrace the end.
It's hard to find the truth in all the noise,
I'm so tired of the noise.
It’s hard to walk away when madness is all I choose,
I’m breaking down for good this time,
I am breaking down.
When our mind is gone, when what we see is clouded.
When we are slaves to the unknown, what will we search for then?
Always we search for something but nothing is all we hold
I feel the blood boiling into the great unknown
I’m making the same mistakes
I’m staring at your wandering soul
flesh and bone is all I see
But you're no empty shell
you're just like me
Just like me
you think I’m nothing like you
Oh very well
Sometimes we think we know what's really going on
sometimes we’re holy
Sometimes we think we see everything clearly
but truly never knowing
Cry alone
cry alone again
Everybody cries
everybody cry again
© JDMaraccini 2013