I met some lost people like me Who walk looking to the ground As if there were solutions on our tennis Orange t-shirts become us blind There's a stupid cube in the living room Which insists on selling me empty dreams Come back at eight and a half, young model My nightmares are black and white, at least His mommy asked him to keep the toys So he decided to become a bully punk Another boy bought metal CDs To show in the school he wasn't gay Pop and beer, they think they are great And they sing bizarre songs loudly in the school Paul wants to die and someone wants to sell his sister To get money to buy a new video game It's morning. I'm in the arms of Morpheus Because I spent my night listening to music My parents want a job and happiness for me But I want to know why they want these things I know that Jesus Christ saves But he couldn't on trainee salaries I wrote this lyric and I played basketball Apart from that, my day was terrible Has the world changed or have I changed? Has the world changed or have I changed?