text: I try everyday
  To think of something deep to say
  Cause I would like to find the words
  That deserve to be heard
  Sounds like words are out of style
  Silence beckons down the murder mile
  I’ll keep on talking to the hand
  In a language I don’t understand
  If I am an extra in the film of my own life
  Then who the hell is the director
  If I am an extra in the film of my own life
  Then would someone please turn of the camera’s
  And show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  I try every night
  Not to argue not to fuss and fight
  But there’s a riot in my head
  Streets are bleeding and democracy is dead
  Let’s fight until the end of days
  Let’s destroy and let’s devastate
  We keep on talking to the hand
  In a language we don’t understand
  If I am an extra in the film of my own life
  Then who the hell is the director
  If I am an extra in the film of my own life
  Then would someone please turn of the camera’s
  And show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  Show me how to live
  I try everyday
  To think of something deep to say