Pragmatic till the end of time

Distorted perceptions till we all die

Perpetual questions

Collecting all of our lives in sequence

Step into a sea of tranquility

Roam around in a pseudo-reality

Forever adrift at the juncture of insanity

At the start of the fall

We needed something to live through it all

We found ourselves in the claws of violence

Waiting for Father Time to shut our eyelids

Sentiencе impaired

Wandering through life

Nеglect and atrophy

Left here to burn and die

With the seconds that pass relentless

Tick, tock the clock is endless

It's far too late when we realize it's like

Inhaling cyanide

At the start of the fall

We needed something to live through it all

We found ourselves in the claws of violence

Waiting for Father Time to shut our eyelids

Our life discontent

Our clocks disconnect

Unknowingly dancing to our last song

Perpetual questions

And we're lost in the sequence

Discontent

And disconnect

Discontent

We'll disconnect

At the start of the fall

We needed something to live through it all

We found ourselves in the claws of violence

Waiting for Father Time to shut our eyelids

At the start of the fall

(At the start of the fall)

Perpetual questions

(We needed something to live through it all)

We'll disconnect

At the start of fall

(At the start of the fall)

When we're lost in the sequence

(Waiting for Father Time to shut our eyelids)

We'll disconnect