It's alright if the painting's askew on the wall. Just relax, let it be, 'cause it's not gonna fall. It's OK not to always rely on yourself, Even stones need some ground to hold on to. 
 When the salt of your sighs burns the skin of your eyes And the weight of your hands is more than you can stand And the grain that you're worth won't grow out of the earth It's alright, you'll be alright. 
 Oh, Kay, it's OK! Oh, Kay, it's OK! 
 You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell! You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell! You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell! You're the knuckle, the knowing, the knock! 
 In the sand of your skin, there's an oil within. In the reticent dark, there's a potent remark. It's a beast, and it claws at the infinite walls And it's waiting for you to unleash it. 
 You are the beginning of every (k)no. You are the cutting focus of the (k)night. You(,) a-muse, the eager and the (k)new. Don't be afraid(,) the world won't (k)need you. 
 Oh, Kay, it's OK! Oh, Kay, it's OK! 
 You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell! You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell! You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell! You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell... 
 When the salt of your sighs burns the skin of your eyes And the weight of your hands is more than you can stand And the grain that you're worth won't grow out of the earth I am here to remind you of springtime. 
 It's alright if the painting's askew on the wall. Just relax, let it be, 'cause it's not gonna fall. If you look at it right, there's a charm to the flaw, And there's really no need to fix it! Oh, Kay, it's OK! Oh, Kay, it's OK! (Oh, Kay...) (Oh, Kay...) (Oh, Kay...) (It's OK!)

I… I am just a man Who does the best he can With what he's given. And I… I would I bore a cross, That I could pay the cost To be an angel. But I am not the man that I should be. I am not the one that you should follow. For I cannot be bound to single lines, And I'm likely to get lost. I… don't wanna be a dinosaur, Just living out the days before Extinction. No I… I would I were the wild, That I ran like a child Through ordered chaos. It may not be the man that I should be, But I would like to live a life worth living. And if one day I'm made to weigh my sins, Then I won't regret a thing. I know I might not deserve to be saved, But if the end came tonight, I think I'd be fine.