Everyday And Crucified

There must be a reason for living

There must be a reason for living

I think I know how Christ felt when they nailed him to the cross

There must be a reason for living

There must be a reason for living

I think I know how Christ felt when they killed him on that hill

Christ off

I'm searching for some kind of meaning

I'm searching for some kind of meaning

The fools think the fools when it's a blind who leads the blind

I'm searching for some kind of meaning

I'm searching for some kind of meaning

A narrow interpretation and a narrowness of mind

I know this place is very strange

But the meaning's there to me

That's not a match we could play, honey

If we could only learn to see

They're searching for some kind of meaning

There must be a reason for living

But every day I'm crucified by true reality

Every day I'm crucified by true reality

Every day I'm crucified by everything I see