(The lyrics are aurally invisible. Darkwave/ambient)

Before you get an answer
Here comes another question
About why you're here and for how long?
Nothing seems to satisfy this urge
So you persist and hang on every word

Ask a pastor, ask a teacher
Ask a mentor, or the street cleaner
Still the source of life will hide a big reveal
And since you can't just leave it hanging there
You invent a way to cover all that's bare

But there's no reason to fight
Even though, vulnerable, it might leave you
Usually when things seem wrong, you're right in doubting
Which makes it all the easier to start again
On the right path

We're born into adversity
With selfish thoughts and anguish
This hadn't been planned from the start
Somewhere along the line we fell away
With morals decomposing every day

Doing the right thing is a hassle
And your conscience is a raffle
Who knows what side you'll land upon today?
No one deserves the pain you put them through
Where your every doubt, multiplies in twos
To make your friend four times as bitter.