What more can I ask for
If everything were given to me?
What more can I hate
If everything seems to be right with me?

Which road in my life was the one
That led me to the wrong?
What road in my life seemed to be so right
But was so cruelly not?

What is me or what was I supposed to be?

Am I only a ball drifting around
Trying to find its hole,
Or am I a thing, which has a purpose
But cannot find its goal?

Did my god know he was making me
All for my pain to be found
Or did he intend to create me
From a thing which is not more than a lie?

Am I alive, or is it just my soul dreaming,
Or am I a dreamer, trying to be living?
All I know is that I need some answers,
Can anyone reach out for me?
All I need is just some faces,
To be here and light some sympathy

What more could be here with me
If everything is so far away?
Why do I keep wanting things,
Who I will never find their grace?
Am I the only one here, asking all the questions
Or am I so deep in my stupidity
That I just don't have the answers?
Is it just me, or is god laughing at us,
Only because we've stopped believing,
Or is it that god loves me so much,
And he's only laughing with me?

Does anyone know where the final end is,
Or has everyone stopped searching?
Or is it that the end was found so long ago,
And I'm too humbled to get it?
Am I supposed to be wanting all this,
And never getting it,
Or is it an unending game,
Which I'm supposed to be losing in?
If my heart tells me there is a way, why can't it be seen?
Is my heart misleading me, or is it my never-ending fear?
All I know, is that I need some answers,
Can anyone reach out for me?
All I need is just some faces,
To be here and light some sympathy

I've been searching for so long for good questions to ask
Maybe because I have too many answers
I've been around fuckin' too long to know,
That I have no greatness

And if I have no purpose, and I have no happiness,
How come I'm still here?
And what if there were too many greatnesses,
That god has taken by fear?
Maybe god is the one, who is so confused
And he has put wrong things in me
Maybe god is the only one who knows
That I have so many wrong feelings with me

I'm confused; I'm tired of all those answers.
I'm about to lose, my own inside-madness
I'm here, or maybe everywhere, but I sure have some fear,
I'm only terrified by the fact,
That no-one will be here to stay and hear

I need to know, I need to be found,
I need the part of me that I've lost
I need myself to compensate for all the shame I've known,
It costs.

Maybe I've found all my answers,
Maybe they are all with god
But why does god keep creating,
If he's not satisfied with his own job?
I know my way, it's far away,
I don't know if it could ever be reached
But god pretends to still be there,
So I guess I should just let him lead

He is the one I may need.