[Spoken:]
(It is, in the end, whatever the Hell I want it to be,
And when I´m through with it, it´s gonna blow a hole,
This wide, straight through the worlds own idea of itself.
They´re throwing bottles at your house.
Come on, lets go break their arms.)

You talk about the way things were,
But I can´t hear what you´re saying.
A time when life was not this hard,
Blessed by the innocence.

Is the best yet to come?
Or did it pass by long ago?
Are we holding on to a thread,
Of something already dead?

I´m not your reason to stand up straight,
Shoulders back, chest out, and eyes raised.
Stepping back, I hesitate.
I can´t let myself be taken.

Is the best yet to come?
Or did it pass by long ago?
Are we holding on to a thread,
Of something already dead?

You can´t change your mind, expect me to care.
You can´t just snap your fingers and expect me to be there.
[2x]
Can´t just change your mind.

The reception fades, the signals breaking up.
And am I moving on or am I giving up?
If you walk away from this with anything,
Live your life today.