it isn't often that i stand up to a challenge,
but today i feel i'm fighting for my soul.
they give me a quite plate
but how much will I leave to waste?
it doesn't matter if i wake up and i can't breathe,
this one's for the world.
next one's for the friend.
waiting for the drug,
that meets you at the end.
but i don't wanna end up like seymour.

it isn't often that i try to climb this mountain,
but today i find i'm half way to the top
it's a bit shaky here but don't get all worried up now dear...
i got a feeling if i fell right now,
i'd roll right into heaven...
it's been hiding under hell for way too long.
where i can dream until i fell further away for this one.

cause that's how we say 
"goodbye, i hate you, i'm sickened, please don't die"
Way too many times

Updated 20december04