Everything was supposed
to have a plot
but now I just keep
climbing these
stairs to nowhere
maybe still leading home

Everything was supposed
to make some sense
in the end
but I just keep
looking through
this broken lense

We used to make a difference
now we just make amends

And everything is just noises in the ceiling
and in the walls
All the books written under the skin
and no heroes left for us
Maybe we'd see a break of violence
Maybe we're too dead

my life is just
biting lips
and I keep on
surfing through
the static
of my life

Everything was supposed
to make some sense
but it is ours
to be made
no pre-planned packages
to be delivered

We used to make a difference
now we just make amends