Everyday

I look around and it's the same old situation on a different day

These masses of confrontation beating me down

I'm picking at the pieces to put them all back into place

A never ending crossword of questions collaborates

While asking myself, where are we going in time?

But hey, everyday, I'll pick my feet up off the ground

And everyday you'll see, I don't make believe

That everything is okay, but in the end

The life that you choose to lead is your fate

You'll see

Communication with yourself and asking,

"Is this really where I want to be?"

No way!

Patronized, antagonized, and bound beyond

the boundaries of everyday life

A mutual enmity for a system of conformity, and asking myself,

Is this really where I want to be?

Anchors away, don't let it drag you down oh no!

But hey everyday, I'll pick my feet up off the ground

And everyday you'll see, I don't make believe

That everything is okay, but in the end

The life that you choose to lead is your fate

You'll see