* ALWAYS THE SAME *

There are too many questions
There is not one solution
There is no resurrection
There is so much confusion


There are too many options
There is no consolation
I have lost my illusions
What I want is an explanation



There is no comprehension
There is real isolation
There is so much destruction
What I want is a celebration

And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad