"What doesn't kill you"

I won’t make a promise I’d be ashamed to keep

but I’ll still try anything twice: because 

when you wish on the stars outside, up there,

they won’t hear you for a million years.

You shake the good man’s dirty hand

because it’s just the right thing to do.

Still, I guess in the end what doesn’t kill you

is usually backed-up by what will.

–So is it a better world we all live in now?

At least nothing’s ”white of” anyone anymore.

–And it was during my birthday party when those

punks kicked the shit outta that Berlin Wall…

But then, out in the township spare pallet piles

are making every backyard bonfire go;

and Merit’s CF-194 pumps some days, 

but some others seems that it don’t…

And now I’m renting a room in my own town

because the empty house needs its time alone.

–And the light at the end is only a bulb,

and life ain’t proof of anything more…