I can do anything
nothing can stop me now
everything's possible
when word becomes the flesh
I conquer all I see
world's not enough for me
my skin is getting tight now
as I grow out of my life
then I see things fall apart...
we are dust on the wind...
I'm carried by the flow
of mediocrity
and nothing really matters
nothing makes sense at all
dust fills the air again
it's getting hard to breathe
I'm drowning in black tar now
all that I see is tattoed black
who am I in between...
why am I torn within...
...and I see light again
there's nothing I can't take
I can do anything
I conquer all I see
brisk morning, evening sore
until subsequent fall
tide of mediocrity
that swing is too much for me
show me -show me the way to end it all
show me - show me your face before I fall
show me - way to the peace of quiet grave
show me - how to stop being just a slave of my sweet pain