As I'm sitting on this chair like twenty years ago I feel powerless and disappointed Though I just started out, boredom fills me up without a warning Maybe cooling off is the sign of the end point Do you think your life means something? Do you wish to be remembered? I'd rather choose to be forgotten Clock's ticking, it's my responsibility not to be blamed Nothing, nothing can be set before decision's to be made I can't concentrate, it keeps getting harder and harder to control Small distractions shut me down from the beauty of the world Reality keeps pushing me away into virtuality The end of dishonest ones All my life was misled when I tried All I got was mislaid when I tried Clock's ticking, it's my responsibility not to be blamed Nothing, nothing can be set before decision's to be made Clock's ticking, I feel nothing but an illusion Where I control my fate Nothing, nothing can be seen when I need it the most