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? listen to it   [ realaudio ] there is currently no recording of this song available. 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