Beyond This World

I often think of what life might be
If i were not in misery
It might be something a little fun
A sky trip to make me fall undone

From this caustic world
From the grit and pain
From this hard worn world
Where everything is the same
Again again again

I often wonder what exists
Behind the walls, beyond the world
I often wonder if there's something more then copper
And the rug I last worn down

Beyond this caustic world
From the grit and pain
From this hard worn world
Where everything is the same
Again again again