Solstice Coil - Brilliance lyrics

Life contains many headaches Like a stroll in the desert, Without a map We're forced to choose The most pleasant path we can find Towards oblivion Don't listen to what they say Fifty thousand people, Are wrong every day For a decaying piece of bread, Fifty thousand people, Will stomp on you, every day Old socks come off New socks come on Old socks go to the washing machine And then return to you, good as new Until they reach disintegration. But I - Have been shone upon I've traded in my box of broken hearts For a lifetime supply Of air