Doesn't it seem like we are on the edge of a cliff
Like letting go is falling into death
And all of us would like to lift ourselves up
But dropping and falling would be so easy
Hand loses grip
It's all over
That so easy?
Maybe we should try pulling ourselves up
I can't see what's at the top
Only the death waiting at the bottom
Let's charge into uncertainty
Because death really screws stuff up
And we know it anyway
Let's do what we can here and now
To make this damn world a better place
That's not so hard, now is it?
Of course not.