[00:14.000]The cup is not half empty as pessimists say[00:25.500]As far as he's sees, nothing's left in the cup[00:36.000]A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge[00:46.000]Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up[00:57.000]A singer, a writer,[01:03.000]He's not dreaming now of going nowhere[01:08.000]He gave heed to nothing[01:14.000]And all that he was....[01:17.000]Is just a tragedy[01:19.000]So he voyages in circles[01:22.000]Succeeds getting nowhere[01:30.000]And submits to the substance[01:32.500]That first got him there[01:41.000]Then in violent, frustration,[01:45.000]He cries out to God or just no one[01:50.000]Is there a point to this madness[01:56.500]And all that he was....[01:58.000]Is just a tragedy[02:02.000]He feels alone[02:08.000]His heart in his hand[02:10.000]He's alone[02:13.000]He feels alone[02:19.000]I feel....[02:27.000]Then on that last day he breaks[02:36.000]And he stood tall[02:40.000]Then he yelled, and he yelled[02:46.000](why world)[02:47.000]Violent frustration(why world)[02:52.000]He cries out to God or just no one(hate you, hate you)[02:58.000]Is there a point to this madness(bye world)[03:03.000]And all that he was is just a tragedy