Alive

i bet you think you're right when you've got a mind that can only reach cloud nine when it's high i bet you think you're cruel when you've got no casket of ammunition and you've only ever been in verbal duels i bet you think you're kind when everyone is exactly the same and follows your self-made authority the only way you want them to be i bet you think you're alive when you're dead in your head and you're just a body floating blindly through the messy construction of this life you're really just a pile of useless wet wood yeah, you'll dry soon, i'm after you now if you want to be alive i've got a match and some oxygen from above the clouds