Does it really matter anyway? You have to feel real bad Before you can feel good again Drown before you can breathe the air Blinded by hate Until you can't open your eyes to see That it takes more than a knife to make you bleed
Does it really matter anyway That we won't get what we're searching for We slave through life to stay alive To get a piece of the pie Does it really matter anyway That we cannot reach our goals The more we work, the more we earn The more we live, the more we burn
With money we think we're god With success we think we can do whatever we want But when your star starts to fade You crawl back to a nothing, into your shell
Does it really matter anyway
Regrets from your past Makes your future collapse Insecured by failure Anxiety attacks Your heart's still pumping While your veins are running dry The clock is ticking But the time stands still
Does it really matter anyway That we won't get what we're searching for We slave through life to stay alive To get a piece of the pie Does it really matter anyway That we cannot reach our goals The more we work, the more we earn The more we live, the more we burn
Does it really matter anyway
Compositor: Alf Peter Tagtgren ECAD: Obra #3362667