Last of the trouble has followed through
  This (?) your potential to
  I've seen your lifeline go out to you
  Sidestepping our convention
  
  But you always managed to find a way
  to avoid what the negative people say
  The sun will shine on a brighter day
  Stick to your own potential
  
  Failing hardly seems to bother you
  Winning was a compliment to failure
  
  A waking Earth is calling you
  Drive all night, you can't sit still
  Here comes the torment that eats inside
  (?) those who wish you well
  
  The callings strong but how can you hear
  Receivers dead, the transmissions clear
  The Moon will rise in your finest hour
  Lighting our potential
  
  Caught in perversion of our Human life
  Fall in confusion born of sacrifice
  
  But you always managed to find a way
  To avoid what the negative people say
  The sun will shine on a brighter day
  When you stick to your own potential
  Failing hardly seems to bother you
  Winning was a compliment to failure
  Failure!
  
  (Instrumental)
  
  Failing hardly seems to bother you
  Winning was a compliment to failure
  Failure!
  
  (Spoken)
  (?) to make a life, Beckon it
  Bodies of great beauty could not surrender
  Their rationality fading in (?)
  The security of sensation
  
  A historic harlequin (?) harks a mild
  The spirit of radio mortgage
  Holding their pre selection
  In the brutality of fact