Brilliance Lyrics

Life contains many headaches

Like a stroll in the desert,

Without a map

We're forced to choose

The most pleasant path we can find

Towards oblivion



Don't listen to what they say

Fifty thousand people,

Are wrong every day

For a decaying piece of bread,

Fifty thousand people,

Will stomp on you, every day



Old socks come off

New socks come on

Old socks go to the washing machine

And then return to you, good as new

Until they reach disintegration.



But I -

Have been shone upon

I've traded in my box of broken hearts

For a lifetime supply

Of air