there's no reason there's no sensible cause no empirical explanation why
there's no mistake there are no visible flaws as my confidence leaves me high and dry
I demand my right to feeling wrong
with the brittle ones, baffled ones, the broken ones
and if it is my task in life to long for peace of mind in vain, at least I'm not alone
it's been two months without rain coming down clear and vivid and empty was the sky
how I marvelled at its immaculate blue didn't care 'bout the rivers running dry
when storm is rolling in and hell breaks loose I'll be torn and terrified but I will not complain
when all things clear will once more get diffused I will yield my crown in peace and let the chaos reign
and believe me, this darkness of yours isn't darker than mine
and I want you to know that we'll fall back in line
we'll demand our right to feeling wrong
we're the brittle ones, the baffled ones, the broken ones
and if it is our task in life to long
for peace of mind in vain, at least we're not alone
