At the end of the day When the noises die down And I'm left on my kness On the ground that I pound And with only the sounds in my brain A non-linear frangmented soul In an ocean of info clinging on to its woes As the darkness becomes visible You'll be alright If your soul less It turns out nice And comes of roses I need much more than my name on the door A company car and the rules from the board And a favours for favours routine I'm taking a stand from standing in line I'm sick of the sickness I'm serious this time I'm burning to break free 'Cause it's alright If your soul less It turns out nice And comes of roses Oh... Oh it's alright If your soul less It turns out nice And comes of roses Oh it's alright If your soul less It turns out nice And comes of roses