My life, is something I dread
A monotonous, never-changing seam
Everyday I try another thread
The thread of a new theme
Nothing seems to work

Many times I wonder
If it's been my own faulty decisions
Or if there's something in the Sunder
To blame for the constant salty revisions
Nothing seems to work

I go about it all with scars
The wounds on my soul
Look up at night, I see no stars
Wake up, and I play my role
And nothing seems to work