All my live
I've been selling the [bad word] Of a liveless soul

All my live
I've been waiting for something
To give me hope

You haven't seen what I saw,
17 months a year... when it rained

By all aspiring me, I do what I have to now
 [bad word] ]
Rolling out of my bed
I still can't find the [bad word] I've been searching for
Going back instead I shot my eyes dream who I could be once more
They see the trouble with me is that I'm one who knows
But I just don't understand
Rolling back my head I think I've learned that I do want to live...
Again

All my friends
They've been telling me:
"you are a kindred soul"

All my friends
If they only knew who I was before, but...
They haven't been where I've been before
17 months a year
 [bad word] ]
Rolling out of my bed
I still can't find the [bad word] I've been searching for
Going back instead I shot my eyes dream who I could be once more
They see the trouble with me is that I'm one who knows
But I just don't understand
Rolling back my head I think I've learned that I do want to live...
Again

So I tried to go on
Still I'd like to go on in this world
Well that's live... we go on
Live we go on in this world
 [bad word] ]
Rolling out of my bed
I still can't find the [bad word] I've been searching for
Going back instead I shot my eyes dream who I could be once more
They see the trouble with me is that I'm one who knows
But now I understand
Rolling back my head I think I've learned that I do want to live...
Again

All my live... I've been telling the [bad word] of a liveless soul
All my live... I've been waiting for something to leave me hope