WHAT THE HELL ARE WE HERE FOR?
WHY DO WE DRUDGE DAY AFTER DAY? 
WE WANDER AROUND THIS WORLD AIMLESSLY
WONDERING IF WE SHOULD STAY.

THE FLAME FEELS DEAD AND LONELY
THE COLORS HAVE LOST THEIR SOUL
THE WARMTH FADES SLOWLY FROM EVERYTHING
TIL ALL THAT'S LEFT IS THE COLD.

I GUESS I SHOULD REACH OUT TO SOMEONE
BUT WHERE I SHOULD TURN I DON'T KNOW.
I TRIED THEIR FAITH AND RELIGION
TO ME IT ALL SEEMS A SHOW. 

I FEEL THAT IF THERE IS SOMEONE
WHO CLOSES A WINDOW AND OPENS A DOOR
YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO BEG FOR HIS MERCY.
FOR ME, I GUESS THERE'S NO MORE.