Dye, my hands black and blue to fit in with this world so wrong. Clear, my head to have it fit in with the other washed souls of this world. So why can't I help? I don't know why. So while the kings sleep I can't find my meaning of this life.

1, 2, 3, 4 these are our chances flying by. I can't seem to grasp the meaning of this life. Just make this a mass effect and get everyone going!

Programs, here one day, and gone the next has us unable to keep up with ideas. Outbursts, of gunfire keep me up at night leaving me to think what is the meaning of this life

1, 2, 3, 4 these are our chances flying by. I can't seem to grasp the meaning of this life. Just make this a mass effect and get everyone going!

So why? So why? Why can't we see a perfect world? Do you know? Do you know? That every action has a reaction?

1, 2, 3, 4 these are our chances flying by. I can't seem to grasp the meaning of this life. Just make this a mass effect and get everyone going!