How to Find the Meaning in and of the Worthlessness

Hold the drawing pencil in my hand
Nothing ever turns out right
Masterful is something I’ll never be
Only in my dreams
Only in my dreams

And is life just a bunch of crumpled pages on my bedroom floor?
Did I happen to leave my heart in pieces at the door?
When everything just seems so dark, there has to be something more.
There has to be something more.

Hands folded on my chest now
Staring up at the sky
Looking at the clouds
Dreaming of what I could be
Dreaming of what I could be

And is life really just all of us going around on cable cars
Same routine, same circles, I look for answers in the stars
When did everything come to a stand still in scenes thick with smoke from cigars?
Yeah, I hate the smoke that comes from cigarettes and cigars.

Telling myself not to do things that are bad for my mental health
Shivering hands because I don’t know what to do
Fiddling with this and fidgeting with that trying to preoccupy my mind
I’m so bored
Oh, I’m so bored

And is life just a stack of old magazine and newspaper ads?
When did our existence become solely living for the fads?
What happened to complicate the system and cause us to go mad?
What caused us to go mad?

What lies the distance?
Between dreams and reality?
A void, a void, a void so deep,
To bridge this gap so steep.
And what? What? What lies the distance?
Between what we have been
And what we are today
And what we’re supposed to be?
Redemption.
Redemption.
Redemption.
Redemption.