Another day, another meaning

There's definitely someone living inside of my head,
Now and then, whispering something,
And I really cannot get what he says - the voices are dead,
The voices are dead, man.
Up to now they were sitting and praying, begging for mercy,
Talking to God, saying strange stuff,
Seeing colorless dreams, thinking of wings, sensing no motion,
But they are all just empty inside.

I wonder now, what evening brings,
I wonder now, what you have to say,
I wonder now, the bells don't ring
I wonder now, 'the fuck is wrong with me today?

And if you'll be waiting, surrounded by walls,
You should know, man,
They all went deaf a long time ago, the don't know all,
It's just a goddam' earthen conspiracy.
The hell is up with you - didn't you notice? You changed, man,
You changed her, for sure,
And these everyday voices - you hear them, right? - they'll soon be gone.

I wondered then, about what do cicadas sing,
I wondered then, when's the time to play,
I wondered then, do I have some wounds that sting?
I wondered then, 'the fuck is wrong with me today?

Another day, another light.
Another day, it sounds so gay.
Another day, it's just too bright.
And yet today, 'the fuck is wrong with me today?