Honestly though, you don’t look mad,
Do they mean what they say when they say it’s that bad?
Maybe it’s just something that you got from your Dad,
Did they raise you right; allow you to be sad?...

…from time to time, or was it like, “fuck that, be a man!”?
If only I knew what made me who I am,
I’d be end-gaming life as if it was all a scam.
Or making millions for finding God’s plan.

Discover the meaning behind the fuss,
And treat plagued minds that are full of distrust,
That’d be cool, yeah, to help those around us.

But what can I do? I’m no gift from above,
What should one do, if the hand was on t’other glove?
I’m just a guy with a heart full of love.

At the end of the day, when we’re back to the grind,
And though we all say “love thy neighbour; be kind”,
The world’s so fucked it’s hard not to lose your mind.

But what was the point I was trying to make?
Oh yeah, it is that love beats hate,
On any field or any stage.
And not to judge those just trying to behave,
Living our days without fear of being flayed.
Despite the fact that we live with this plague.

Are you sure what you have is really that bad?
No, not all the time, but it isn’t a fad,
Just once in a blue moon do I start to feel mad.

But it’s those occasions when I need to be sharp,
Be wary of the wolf; the beast with the scar,
Not all wolves are bad, just the ones that devour,
And that is why I need to be in power,
Of my sleep, my mind, and the twilight hour.

Please don’t fret, for not all is lost,
I’ve made it this far despite what it's cost,
For now the beast’s outside in the frost,
Whilst I can keep warm, knowing who’s boss.