Black and white Save what's left of your existence in a box Or in a house On accounts stacked up Or listed up for sale So you spin all the words that you've read Until they make sense You call it a blessing What I'm seeing is a world that no one likes Tired of the waiting What I'm seeing is a world that no one likes And you don't deny And everybody listens And they wonder where you see the difference Can't stop wondering why everything burns And I wonder why everything burns Until I also get the difference