作曲 : Stanley Powell

We go to where we were as children

Grass stains on our trousers and bruises on our knees

Talking about things that didn't exist, nothing to guide us or pre-conceived

You may try and put reason to things

And you may try and find some kind of end conclusion

But in the end, nothing really matters

And maybe one day, I'll feel that way

You know? The way l did

And it'll make my day, I swear it will

To feel like that once again

Look at a photograph, you just see a face

No thoughts feelings or indication of what took place

Just left to interpretation, human error

Constant misinformation

And you may try and look deep within yourself and find something that aligns with your way of thinking, aligns your way of living

But in the end it's life around you that you'll take something from, not yourself

And it all means nothing

Maybe one day I'll find what we as people call meaning

And I'll find some kind of sense of worth

Amidst the piss and **** that I see

To find reason and meaning without struggle

To find conclusion and end result

You got all these meaning and different things in life, put 'em all together

What do you have?

Absolutely nothing