And when I wake up in the morning
  To feel the daybreak on my face
  There's a blood that's flowin' through the feeling
  With a knife to open up the sky's vein
  Some things will never change
  They just stand there looking backwards
  Half unconscious from the pain
  They may seem rearranged
  In the backwater swirling
  There is something that'll never change
  
  And when I should been gone a long time
  Laughs and says I find ways
  Just when we're sheltered under paper
  The rockets come at us sideways
  
  Hey I'm blind
  Good fine
  Roll the time
  On whose dime
  
  And when I wake up in the morning
  To feel the daybreak on my face
  There's a blood that's flowin' through the ceiling
  With a knife to open up the sky's vein
  
  Some things will never change
  They just stand there looking backwards
  Half unconscious from the pain
  They may seem rearranged
  In the backwater swirling
  There is something that'll never change