Clocks, the only way to keep track of myself
Tracing the actions, one by one
This urge will never rest
Revert back to your original persona
I seem to recall; possessing abilities
Worth nothing to a god but in my desire
My peers would fear their graves
Perplexed by the sight of this face
Now the only persisting trails are the ones that have been scattered
I attempt to pursue, but it's a hopeless matter
The stakes are high this time
I will not be their drudge, I will not align
Can't grasp what seems so close
Resolution is as distant as before
But I'll be damned if I won't succeed
It has been written, and so it shall be
And as the world turns hostile, that's when I find strength
And as condition's harshen, my senses sharpen
And as society looks at me in disgust
That's utopia, it's my only wish
They call me misfit, a seer with a twisted vision
I am not to decide, but if you believe them
Then open those weary eyes
And tell me what it's like on that other side
Can't grasp what seems so close
Resolution's not as distant as before, ‘cause
There comes a time when you grow tired of despicable lies
A limit; to which you can put up with this
Ignorance for terrestrial things
This regression that you all misconceive
My patience has withered now
And I will leave no stone unturned
Why won't you see I did right from the start
My deeds; impeccable, a god damn work of art
But still I heard (still I heard) all these words (all these words):
Trust not what the amnesiac claims
And as the world turns hostile, that's when I find strength
And as condition's harshen, my senses sharpen
And as society looks at me disgust
That's utopia for me
With this ignorance, for terrestrial things
This regression, that you all misconceive
My acceptance has withered now
And mark my words, I’ll find you all
Why won't you see I did right from the start
My deeds; impeccable, a god damn work of art
But still I heard (still I heard) all these words (all these words):
Trust not what the amnesiac will claim