Why sing about death when I've just almost died? Why sing about life when I'm still alive? Why sing about god when she don't exist? Why sing about love if it's just a tryst? Why hope for good news when it strings you along? Why hope for the best when the worst just makes you strong? It makes you strong, it makes you strong, it makes you strong Why long for the east coast when I'm on the west? Why long for peace while I beat my chest? Why long for fame when it's trite and it's grotesque? Why long for home when there's none of it left? Why hope for the past when you're outside of time? Why hope for salvation when you're in your prime? You're in your prime, you're in your prime, you're in your prime Why sing about the dark? Sing about the light When you know you'll never go, never leave your sight Why sing about your sorrow, a song to a stone Why sing about your solitude, when you were never really alone Why sing about your questions, the questions that you had No matter the answer, you're always gonna ask