The Other Side

All my life I'm a cynical While everybody has a ritual What's wrong with me? And if you ain't got the numbers Let alone the equations Don't preach to me How convenient would I be if I made up the unknown? "On the other side there's a better life"? Is that so? I really wanna Take a look at what's on the other side, oh Do we just make up an other side? Or Are we terrified if we ever find That it's just a full stop? So I go home ditching half day of my 9to5 Go straight to my room, pick up my guitar What the hell am I doing with my life If I can't go to the other side? I've heard all these stories I gotta pick one and wrap my head around it And try to believe it But the fact of the matter Is that we know far too little How can we be so sure That we know it all, know it all? Don't you know how much I wish that it's true I truly do "On the other side there's a better life" Is that so? I really wanna Take a look at what's on the other side, oh Do we just make up an other side? Or Are we terrified if we ever find That it's just a full stop? So I go home ditching half day of my 9to5 Go straight to my room, pick up my guitar What the hell am I doing with my life If I can't go to the other side? What am I gaining from my endless questioning? Should I find something to believe in? Am I ready to restrain from all the possibilities? Till then, will you let me be? I really wanna Take a look at what's on the other side, oh Do we just make up an other side? Or Are we terrified if we ever find That it's just a full stop? So I go home ditching half day of my 9to5 Go straight to my room, pick up my guitar What the hell am I doing with my life If I can't go to the other side?