Well they say that since that day the gods cry for your loss and every single time it rains they feel my pain
My tears water the flowers of insecurity and lack of power that pollute my brain
Is there anything left to say
Things just go this way we're powerless in the wake
If i had a chance to change oh the things that would change
I wish i could bring better days I wish I knew what to say to properly express my alienation and hate