Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?
It'll be a day like this one when the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in

Is nothing here worth saving? Is there no one here at all?
Is there any net left that could break our fall?
It'll be a day like this one when the sky falls down
And the hungry and poor and deserted are found.

Are you discontented? Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been throwing down this broken house of cards?
It'll be a day like this one when the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in

Yes, I'm a fucking fickle minded person.
So near, yet so far.
Fuck.