I know this guy named Murphy.
He made a little law.
Not a law like murder,
But rather more like gravity.
You will begin to doubt you
Can succeed at all.
It's meant to confound you.
Make you stumble and fall.

You'd have to be a dumb one
To act like you're so keen.
You thought that I'd protect you
From anything that's mean.
Listen to what you're saying
Drinking in that bar.
"There's going to be a bus
That will hit my car."

Can you make it all the way?
Can you make it all the way?
Before you blow up from the stress.
The pain you're gonna get.
Did you make it all the way?
Did you make it all the way?
You just had way too much stress.

Everything is changing.
You don't have a meal.
You'll meet with your own ending.
And we both know just how you'll feel
When you jump at every boo.
You cannot live that way.
The whole world rejects you.
Look at how you fell.

You could be a noone
That nobody has seen.
You know that I can't save you
From all of the unclean.
You don't know what you're doing
And don't know where you are.
You can shout and cuss,
But that won't take you far.

It doesn't matter what you think.
It doesn't matter what you say.
It doesn't matter where you turn.
Doesn't matter if you run away.
It doesn't matter if you hide.
Nature's gonna make you pay.
You can even try to turn.
You can try to run away.

The pain you're gonna get...

...You'll take it all.
You'll take it all inside
And your mind will break easy.