Higher and higher When I offer you survival You say it's hard enough to live It's not so bad, it's not so bad How do you know that you're right? We're gonna take it Down to the wire Watch it go If you're not nervous anymore

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray Put your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I

Everything I see Every part of me Gonna get what I deserve I know where I stand I know who I am I would never run away when life gets bad, it's I know what you like I know what you think Not afraid to stare you down until you blink, it's

Reach, It's not as bad as it seems I cleanse in the river for somebody else, For anyone but myself You gotta get up In the latest midnight hour When the world has gone to sleep When doubts begin to rise And the world is at your feet I'm not a selfless man

I promise you there's times I'm not so sad Some days the good will even out the bad I know I'm married to my problems It's always in my head And I'm destined for greatness or death Destined for greatness or death I need another drug Sickness is in season

Perfection is my direction, Even if that's all I had. It's not like I need no correction, I just know that life's not so bad. Picture this everyday kids that just can't find a way. Stuck in disarray can't find hope for better days. It's the degeneration

Stop now before it's too late Nothing lasts forever That's the way it's gotta be There's a great black wave in the middle of the sea for me The sound is not asleep, it's moving under my feet Bean eating in the ghetto on a hundred dollar plate Run from

Walk with you through everything And reach for it And take your time babe It's not as bad as it seems, you'll be fine babe It's just some rivers and streams in between You and where you wanna be And watch the signs now You'll know what they mean, you'll

Honey, I want you Yes I want you, so bad The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, but it’s Not that way, I wasn’t born

Hold on, Holy Ghost It's the day of the dead Better run, here we come Go on, hold me close So long to the ones you know We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams I got all I need strapped right to my head stream I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of