I see, what’s in front of me,
I can’t believe it, Is it real

Is this the life we have chosen?
Or are we broken? We can not feel.

The measurements of man
Are the wealth and land
That he thinks he owns
But the belligerent fool,
Lives life by his own rules
He’s not alone, no, he’s not Alone

As we try to buy happiness,
All we get is passiveness, and pride.

Why don’t we try to understand?
How life reprimands our empty hides.

The measurements of man
Are the wealth and land
That he thinks he owns
But the belligerent fool,
Lives life by his own rules
He’s not Alone,
He’s not Alone
solo

(repeat)

c 2003 Tu Moons