There must be a reason for living
There must be a reason for living
I think I know how Christ felt when they nailed him to the cross
There must be a reason for living
There must be a reason for living
I think I know how Christ felt when they killed him on that hill
 [bad word] off

I'm searching for some kind of meaning
I'm searching for some kind of meaning 
The fools lead the fools and it's the blind who lead the blind
I'm searching for some kind of meaning
I'm searching for some kind of meaning
In the narrowness of vision
And the narrowness of mind

I know this place is very strange
But the meaning's clear to me
There's so much we could be learning
If we could only learn to see

I'm searching for some kind of meaning
There must be a reason for living
But every day I'm [bad word] by triviality
Every day I'm [bad word] by triviality 
Every day I'm [bad word] by everything I see