Sometimes you can't cope with life,
you think there's nothing you can do.
The whole world seems to be caving in and burying you.
All the hatred and the hypocrisy, the punishment of truth,
the sickness and the cynicism, that strips away your youth.
If you could find a crack in this faceless wall
and push your fingers through,
your hand will touch another hand 'cause I'm buried here, too.