Everything seems obvious
Up here above
Seems that people get along
Seems a lot to you alone

Try to hold the fuck on
Sick of fingers in my seams
Coming from a city
sounds of the same old song
At least I don't just sit there
At least I don't just nod

(Everything's not shitty)

Some things aren't so bad
Tell me Mr. Positive
Why am I so bored?
Why am I so sad?

Everything's not shitty the prisoners might disagree
They sing a song quite obvious
There must be something wrong with us

And I'm sick inside
now show us you will be covered in hands
and with our skin exposed
They will chew us down to bone
Marching,Flaming architects building fancy homes
Any lies i read
should have made me prepared for this

Lately all i need
you get scratched with shiny things
We look at this in a brand new light
Because our lives are pretty
At least we are alive

I'm not a physical being

With nowhere to go
tried to shot himself dead

its the travels that we take
that make it all worth while
it's the things that you will see