Turn off this second sight,
blind my wandering third eye.
Is what I see the depths of an
overpowering imagination,
or could it be that this is all
out of mind?
Stuck between two possibilities,
leaning ever closer to old school.
Why can't they just go away?
Why won't you just go the fuck away?
For either way I'm powerless.
Either way it's survival of the fittest,
and you say they don't seem to care
either way anyway, life is spawned
on a sphere but it all ends the same
way anyway, so you might as well
use their self-inflicted end to
spawn your new beginning,
our new beginning, you say, but
I told you a thousand times
I am no part of this.
I'll be no part of this.
There is a free will,
there is a free will, and
I'll be no part of this.
We all know there are second chances.
I sit here strangled by my own second guesses,
but this is real and this is wrong,
there's a better way to heal, I've known it all along,
and I've got to stop this but I don't know how,
I try to turn my back but I find my way back around,
and as my last thread of sanity begins to fray
I find there's nowhere else to lay the blame
I am a part of this.
There is a free will,
there is a free will,
and I am a part of this.
There's a free will,
but we just seem to use it
to forever fuck ourselves.
And if I look behind my face
to find your mind
I think I'd rather remain
in this illusion, in thus lie
forever asleep, forever
stuck in this dream
forever surfing the
soundwave of this scream
living the wrong, but knowing
that there is some right
under the assumption that
there's a real Me to find.
blind my wandering third eye.
Is what I see the depths of an
overpowering imagination,
or could it be that this is all
out of mind?
Stuck between two possibilities,
leaning ever closer to old school.
Why can't they just go away?
Why won't you just go the fuck away?
For either way I'm powerless.
Either way it's survival of the fittest,
and you say they don't seem to care
either way anyway, life is spawned
on a sphere but it all ends the same
way anyway, so you might as well
use their self-inflicted end to
spawn your new beginning,
our new beginning, you say, but
I told you a thousand times
I am no part of this.
I'll be no part of this.
There is a free will,
there is a free will, and
I'll be no part of this.
We all know there are second chances.
I sit here strangled by my own second guesses,
but this is real and this is wrong,
there's a better way to heal, I've known it all along,
and I've got to stop this but I don't know how,
I try to turn my back but I find my way back around,
and as my last thread of sanity begins to fray
I find there's nowhere else to lay the blame
I am a part of this.
There is a free will,
there is a free will,
and I am a part of this.
There's a free will,
but we just seem to use it
to forever fuck ourselves.
And if I look behind my face
to find your mind
I think I'd rather remain
in this illusion, in thus lie
forever asleep, forever
stuck in this dream
forever surfing the
soundwave of this scream
living the wrong, but knowing
that there is some right
under the assumption that
there's a real Me to find.
