You try to contest a lie which you probably told
A dead vendetta sustained when we're all too old
Prone to dig down in grounds where you shouldn't go
(You get a red light)
A life without oxygen, whispered in the breath
You couldn't breathe or leave alone
And you wanted a reason to go
Does anybody understand this mind?
Am I out of sequence
Or in the times, the day I cried?
Does anybody understand these times?
Am I out of sequence
Or in my mind, the day I cried?
Out of sequence
Or in my mind, the day I cried?
You're born to a crest, obsessed with the family stones
Your hands made of wax attack the flames in which you throw
Facts from your aftermath that you can't deny
(You get a red light)
A sign two split minds is just the difference of an eye
(You get a red light)
And you wanted a reason to cry
Does anybody understand this mind?
Am I out of sequence
Or in the times, the day I cried?
Does anybody understand these times?
Am I out of sequence
Or in my mind, the day I cried?
Does anybody understand this mind?
Am I out of sequence
Or in the times, the day I cried?
Out of sequence
Or in the times, the day I cried?
Out of sequence
Or in the times, the day I cried?
Out of sequence
Or in the times, the day I cried?
Out of sequence
Or in the times, the day I cried?
The day I cried
The day I cried
The day I cried
[Instrumental Outro]
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