So tell me what I'm supposed to do,
when I've done all that you told me to,
when everything is right.

The wolves are howling at the moon,
and demons will consume me soon,
but everything is right.

My colors shake in vibrant hues,
of reds and golds and greys and blues,
and everything is right.

I'm screaming, crying, perfect storm,
bittered by the biting norm,
Everything is right.

Hollow hello, broken bye,
There's too much good for you to die,
EVERYTHING IS RIGHT.

And you've done it all, then some more,
there is no sense in being sore...
everything is right.