Woorden: Extrema. The Positive Pressure (Of Injustice). Like Brothers.

My hand in yours
(My) mind is in the clouds
The truth becomes yours

Something physical
And something spiritual
(Is that) what were you looking for?

Who are you, can you summarize the impossible?
(Or) have somebody to blame?
In spite (of the) variables in mind
And (the) passing of time
This concept
I'm going to explain

Chorus
We can be friends like brothers
Brothers like friends
Just for one day

"A foot in the grave"
Makes me wanna say
(There's) gotta be a better way

Inside of me
I fell it's not too late
I've seen better days

Not Incurable, Indeleble, Forgetable
My pain will go away
In spite (of the) variables in mind
And (the) passing of time
This concept
I'm going to explain

Chorus
Spoken part
We should be friends like brothers man
Brothers like friends
Doesn't matter where you come from
Your color or face
The most important thing is that we can be friends... Just for one day

We can be friends just for one day
We can be friends just for one day
We can be friends just for one day
We can be friends just for one fuckin' day

GTR Solo

My hand in yours
(My) mind is in the clouds
The truth becomes yours

Something physical
And something spiritual
(Is that) what were you looking... for?

We can be friends just for one day... etc