Why
Gertjan Wijnalda, november 1996
about this
song
and
finally when i was fifteen years old it was time for my first complete
own song. i remember it as a montruous project, it literally costed
me weeks to write... and it still stands up as one of the few texts
i've written that makes sense and does rhyme - now how's that?
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Why
(G.L. Wijnalda)
Why do you sit there,
decadent soul-searching
Why do you pray when it's not to yourself
Why will you cry when a tragedy's spoken
Not your concern, it ain't not in your heart
A building burns
and falls to the ground
An atom bomb drops without a sound
A child is hit by a passing car
A black hole forms from a dying star
Maybe I'm fucked
up, maybe I'm crazy
My once so clear future is now dim and hazy
Will a painful sigh, everything's dying
And the only thing I can think about now is why
Why - oh - why
Somebody dies a
meaningless death
I feel withered and out of breath
A war is waged across the land
There's no one left to hold my hand
We see ourselves
not by race, not by person
And day by day, the world will worsen
We're killing ourselves each passing day
There's no way back, it's sad to say
Chorus
An innocent man
has been accused
Of a choice that he didn't choose
The trigger was pulled, but not by him
His damn bright future has now turned dim
You call it ironic,
I call it a sin
But can you feel yourself dying from within
You feel alone, with no one to blame
Just come to me, where it's all the same
Chorus
This place is hell,
and here will I wait
For those who destroy their heavenly fate
Crushed, deleted and left to die
I look at the world and I ask myself why
Chorus twice
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