waking in the morning   it can be obscene   difficult to tell    which one is the bad dream   even mr sun    doesnt seem to be happy   he fixes himself on   everything youve come to be   but he cant understand    everything that youve been through   neither can those fools   who tell you what to do   sitting on the curb all lined up in a row   one by one it hits you   you see that there is no...         life without a reason   everything is breathing   everything is part of a greater plan   so make yourself important   show it to the door   and come and see me when you think you understand         no one single reason   why things came to be   theyre melted all together   in one obscurity   let the past will be what draged you   dont fear the memories   the feelings you will find   that the past will set you free   cuz no ones in your corner   youre fighting on your own   no ones there to patch    the wounds that you have grown   then it comes, it hits you   then it is you know   theres so much left to live for   you see that there is no...      life without a reason   everything is breathing   everything is part of a greater plan   so make yourself important   show it to the door   and come and see me when you think you understand (x4)