#1
You call it impossible
But it's not
It's just how life deals with us
Incompetent plebs
Today's again
Will you make it out the front door?
Change your skin and set your mind to automatic


Cause out there
You're no impact to the world
Like an overpainted wall
Whose starting to peel off

Your pieces
Picked by the wind
It's just how nature takes us out
The final trial
Executed by the powers that were, that are
that always stay one step behind

And out there
You're no impact to the world
Like an overpainted wall
Whose starting to peel off

Possibly, I certainly am wrong
And although, I always know that I know
I'd rather not cross the door today.