I’ve got a lot to ponder, but every single brain wave spells your name
There isn’t recourse, only fingers pointing blame
I think we should kill each other and absolve ourselves of all the wrong we did
Are we good enough? Can we be gods? Can we fess up that we fucked up?
We’re so dishonest
I don’t wanna be here waiting in the end when they drag us away and put us in a cage
Lesser, are we? Guilty, are we?
I wish we were younger, ‘cause every single clock sound kills my brain
There’s no escaping, only aging, and decay
I think we should begin again. We’ll make the flowers bloom and then you’ll be so magnificent
