There's a permanent thought in the back of my head That makes me believe that I ought to be dead But I'll start as I mean to go on And this permanent thought in the back of my brain That makes me believe that I'm going insane Has been going on for to long
And how can I believe in you When I can not believe in myself And how can I believe in the future When the future looks like this When the future looks like-
[We will stand up] [We will fight this] [We will carry on]
So how can I believe in the future When the future looks like shit