There is no soul; itâ"š¬â"ž¢s an everlasting tease In scared control; patterned easy, pleasing Why try to understand? Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s never meant to be understood Logic is the bottomless pit A no-cure find; questions behind Who could ever blame you, man? Nothingâ"š¬â"ž¢s fair, weâ"š¬â"ž¢re all doomed from the start Weâ"š¬â"ž¢re just like the others, no different for us Canâ"š¬â"ž¢t stop the change; the change canâ"š¬â"ž¢t stop Though we leave our souls for a hopeful trust Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s different for us Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s different for us We will survive the change Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s different for us Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s not cool to fall in love Scared and desperate in this life Safer, cool to judge outside Oh, to be complaining cool Never cool, though too excitable They donâ"š¬â"ž¢t have to feel the pain we feel Pass their judgment, be sure, decide whatâ"š¬â"ž¢s real I donâ"š¬â"ž¢t have to cry to make this real