I hurt me, you hurt you,
You hurt me, I hurt you too.
You too cycle like I do,
We do this to ourselves its true.

Where do we assign the blame?
The blame for when we lose the game,
The game that we are forced to play,
To play each other out this way.

Become aware who pulls the strings,
The strings, those pesky little things,
Little things which guide the mind,
The mind gets foggy, clouded, blind.

And here were left to find our own,
Own piece of mind and happy home,
Home is where we lay our head,
Head full of squalor, fear and dread.

There is a better way I'm sure,
I'm sure I've heard this once before,
Before when I was my dreams, but
Dreams are never what they seem.

so...

I puff on life and I get high,
Get so high I wonder why,
I wonder why we multiply,
Multiply and then we die.

But is there any point to try?
To try and live before we die?
Before we die I want to try...
I want to try...
I want to try...