Ride, this wave with a shell of age.
A journey that goes so many ways.
Your moves control your wave,
No prayer will help you today.

So you try, to blame everyone and act all fine.
Played your 5, 6, 7 ,8 and 9s.
Lost the game and lost your mind,
Now you know how the world isn't kind.

All you got left with is,
Four walls staring blankly at you.
These people don't mean nothing to you.
All you need is someone to help
But no ones going to save you today.

Smile, they say all you have to do is smile.

On a bad day , theres nothing left but to smile.
Break everyones heart and smile,
When everything dies for a while.
Still you try, to play your 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9s.

Won the game, then bought your mind.
Hate everyone who's not your kind,
But still you know your world isn't fine.

I hope we'll find
That the seedlings of time,
Will recover the blind
But for now, we'll keep on waiting

I hope we'll find
That the seedlings of time,
Will bloom and cure the mind,
But for all we know, we'll keep on waiting

That stone will find its own way,
It will be discovered someday,
To stave the rut from further decay.