It's 6 a.m., and a nightmare wakes you up
From the fright you knock and break the last of portraits you still kept of us
I see the TV, the madmen keep talking, spitting preachingly
And I wonder, do we criticize their sins
Oblivious they're like you and me?
And I wonder, are we so afraid to live
We envy that even birds are free?
And I wonder, do you still believe that
Life's got reasons to go by?
And if that's the case