Tired and I am angry at the nature of it all
Fighting just to find myself a breath
Gets hard to see the meaning, maybe it's just like you said
Today was just a little better than my best

In the face my depression, I can hardly see the sun
Peeking out behind the wreckage that gets left
I can't easily forget it, no, it ain't just in my head
Today was just a little better than my best

So, strike a chord, sing a song
Let the paint dry on the picture
Holding on to the promises of yes and amen
'Cause in this life, there will be trouble
And there's no time for us to mourn
So, strike a chord, sing a song
And spread the ashes

Always think that I am humble till the moment passes by
Starts a fire I can't control inside my chest
Sweet reminders of the growing up that hasn't happened yet
Today was just a little better than my best

So, strike a chord, sing a song
Let the paint dry on the picture
Holding on to the promises of yes and amen
'Cause in this life, there will be trouble
And there's no time for us to mourn
So, strike a chord, sing a song
And spread the ashes

So, we leave you with a message, fellow passengers of pain
Never bite the hand no matter how you're fed
When the saints are called back home
and all the wickedness is dead
We will meet you somewhere better than our best, come on

So, strike a chord, sing a song
Let the paint dry on the picture
Holding on to the promises of yes and amen
'Cause in this life, there will be trouble
And there's no time for us to mourn
So, strike a chord, sing a song
Spread the ashes

Strike a chord, sing a song
Spread the ashes