Lyrics:

Beaten down by the pouring rain
At least it rinses off the mortal pain
The wet bullet grazed the right side of
His brain
Leaving him with more than a migraine

Broad daylight
Ain't the best time
For souls to take flight
It's so easy
To lose sight of the good things in life

Some invisible Saint has the final say
As to how and when we leave this place
Ancient monks have often said
If you take your own life, you must
Live it again

Broad daylight...
When sunlight threatens to burn out your eyes

I'm just a wreck
A wreck in progress

It's so easy
To lose sight of the good things in life. [x2]