Michael only sees the violence and the drugs
He says "I've done nothing to be worthy of any love"
Michael only wants to make it through the day
He thinks this is all there is, and there is no other way

Buried Six feet under
Under confusion and pain
Pushing up daisies
Smothered under depression
and bad self esteem

Michael only sees dark at the end of each day
He says "There is no god that would reach out to save"
Michael only hopes to make it through this life
He'll never try to go further, to try to get it right

Michael only sees the bitter and the cold
He says "There is no warmth, why reach out, why hold"
Michael doesn't question the days as they pass by
He has no hope, no dreams, no prayer, he has no after-life