Wait I feel so helpless in this haze – better days are laid to rest Life's a test – world of stress, who is blessed? Can I get a little heart? You know the deal – our weakness is we feel torn apart Still, we've got to keep it real Born of desire, conspired, denial Be your own Messiah and saviour – everything I am the liar, jester to the sire I burn with you fire walk with me Pleasing dreams are few and far between The good and badly needed breaks in life Just so you don't hate yourself If you believe in some kind of master work This was all meant for something I am truly sorry, although I'm really laughing inside Because I know this all comes out to nothing Go on, believe life's some kind of master work This was all meant for something Sorry and laughing inside for nothing Rats in the front room, roaches in the back Filthy in the alley with a baseball bat Rats in the front room, roaches in the back Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat (Mushroomhead Inc. Sampler version only: It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under) It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song Of how you lived so fast, died so young