This is an old day
With the same fucking way
Bending me until there's nothing left to give
Come on
Who am I now?
Who am I, now that time has come and gone?
Scared to look on and on
No way of coming outside and living
Real or True?
Defined by the clocks and the timekeepers of our day
Are we even able to think in this state?
I think we've lost it
I can't keep track in a world like this
I think we've lost it
I can't keep track in a world like this
This is an old day
With the same fucking way
Bending me until there's nothing left to give
What questions are on your mind?
I hope that you aren't blind
I can barely see myself
Lost within the dates and numbers that tell us what to do
If you only knew
Why the numbers have to repeat