When in life I see myself rocking by myself
I think that's so lame
When in life I see myself in the mirror of death
I feel so ashamed
Why do I feel so lonely, oh so lonely, inside
Why do I see myself lacking somebody to confide
Walking through my life
Walking through my death
I hear claims that it's not quite over yet
Eating away through my misery
I found a clue on reversing sorcery
Why do I have a house with quarters made for two
Why do I see myself always chasing after you
Trying to find my soul in the sand
I got lost looking longer than I care to pretend.
Gnawing away on the miracle tree
I found a clue on summoning sorcery
Why do I contradict what it was when it began
Why do I find that I'm the only one worth calling a man
Chasing after the setting sun,
I finally finished what I'd begun
As the light shined truth in my eyes
I finally figured out what I despised
Why must I quest alone to discover simple truths
Why can't I listen well to what's been preached to my earliest roots