Staring at the sidewalk, there's a crack in which a flower grows  reminded me of somebody not hangin' around here anymore  and everything is so pretty/pretty fucked up, obviously  when you call me from the other side to tell me everything is fine  and I will always love even when your eyes are fading  and if they catch you, I will save you, I will get you out    And this, what about this?  is it anything at all, is it a growing cancer in your heart  and this life...I don't have a clue  but when they told you not to worry, didn't it bother you?  well all that's very nice but this is still a song against life    Where do all these people come from,   where do all these words belong?  a never-ending bible, everything they say is our command  and everybody wants the same, everybody here wants nothing,  grow up to be a millionaire is all there is  and this, what about this?  is it anything at all is it a growing cancer in our hearts?  and this life...I don't have a clue  but when they told me not to look back, sure it bothered me as hell  all that's very nice, but this is a song against life    He goes out in the kitchen, he goes there every second  and your plastic father said:  "it's just too boring standing here all day"  and went out for a lover  or a new world to discover  and the watertower threw its shadow over your house  and this, what about this? is it anything at all?  is it a growing cancer in your heart?  and this life...I don't have a clue  but when they told you not to worry, didn't it bother you?  well all that's very nice  but this is a song against life