All I know, is I don\'t, know anything, to be left alone, brings me peace, your dreams give me headaches your desires turn me cold, the rat race is a cliché that seemingly never gets old, to you, There\'s certain things in life I can see straight through, when all you see is breeze blocks, I see the truth, it\'s not something I can explain or make go away, asking me to see the world your way causes both of us pain, if you could see it my way I think you\'d run away, from the dillusion and the daily chase, the need of approval from every race, the need for fulfilment from every taste, the need for acceptance from every which way, don\'t you ever get tired of trying to make it all stay in place? Don\'t you ever want to leave it up to fate? And take no offence from those stones or sticks, because that would require giving a shit, claim no bad luck when the ends dont touch, because that would require giving a fuck, and you couldn\'t give a damn..for once.