Too much to find, so much, so little time
So many images persist to shade my mind
Will I ever come around or will I just hit the ground?
Will I still be standing when it all comes around?
(Why can't I) seem to sort it out?
(Why am I) always filled with doubt?
So many people everywhere, so self-absorbed
Without a care for their viral lives
I'd like to bleed them all
When all is drained, who shall hold?
When mindless bodies screw tortured souls
Will somebody be there to catch me when I fall?
(Why can't I) seem to sort it out?
(Why am I) always filled with doubt?
(How could I) always be so blind?
(Why can't I) Why can't I figure it out?
I could always hope for change
Could always hope to rearrange
But why not just abandon hope
And tear it all apart now
Oh
Oh
Oh
Too much to find, so much, so little time
So many images persist to shade my mind
Will I ever come around or will I just hit the ground?
Will I still be standing when it all comes around?
