pain'll have you seeing all manner of things 				
		angels devils friends

and when you'r finally certain you've seen everything
then they're gone again

paced a hundred thousand miles 
when I couldn't sleep
wandering my bad memories

all my life
is a waking dream
and I don't know 
what is real
what is here
and what is just me

my mother was at her easel
my father was so hurt
I grew up playin' alone
in the sage br

sh and dirt

cruel little town, 
it beat me down, 
told me I didn't deserve
the things I've earned

Tried to be brave
it was a mistake
now I tend to my own fires

but the world it burns
and all I've learned
is that the wicked always rise

I guess I want to know 
what's going on in your mind
like if you punched me again
you think I'd feel it this time? 

I know two things:
 life is strange 
and I can take a kick
some men get sent there, 
I was born in the shit

this morning smiled a seriff 
on my bedroom wall
I said to no one in particular 
I want to live after all

but the city is a widow
and the skyline is on fire
and the world is surely ending
and it's beautiful tonight


my world is a waking dream
I don't know what is real 
and what is me

I don't want to feel it,
but I know I'm gonna dream it
and that's why I ain't sleeping
	tonight

now the churches are all rotting
and the skyline is on fire
the world is surely ending
and it's beautiful tonight

the light shines in the darkness
and the darkeness just gets worse
and I don't want to bother is,
until I'm in my hearse 

The men they are all dying
and the children have been raped
but if you ask them how they are
they'll say theire doing great

the soldiers


there was no great vision,
there was no round of applause
just a man alone in bed, 
who didn't lose after all