It must seem
  Permanent
  It must seem
  Important
  It must take
  All your control
  Not to get
  Obsessive
  
  Just as pain becomes discomfort
  Over time
  What the human soul can tolerate
  Is no surprise
  
  I?m rooted to my path
  And I?m blinded on the sides
  Why is it I feel so?
  I have everything I want
  The stuff of all my dreams
  Why is it I need so?
  
  In the same way pain can become humor
  Over time
  The scars that time will wash away
  Are no surprise
  
  I?m rooted to my path
  And I?m blinded on the sides
  Why is it I feel so?
  I have everything I want
  The stuff of all my dreams
  Why is it I need so?
  I know you?re inside
  Because I can feel your life
  Why is it I bleed so?
  
  And you thought that these times
  Were just ordinary