[Part I]

[Spoken Word]

We are but moving images

A mind constructed of mess

Chaos, disorder, yet... beautifully in line

In an ever-present line

But one that can never be broken, only rearranged

The fingerprints, marking us like nature's barcode

Hahahahahaha!

Beep, beep, beep, beep!

Another one scanned

Oh, and we must'nt vacate the place without an emergent alarm

Beeping along our very heartbeat

As if it were keeping us alive

Not a tree but a zombie

Living a lethal life

Ha...

The receipt printed on the gravestone

In memory of I

Ahahahaha...

I'm afraid so

So, as we end another year

You may think it is another year alive

But you are mistaken

[Part II]

[Chorus]

Time flies without me!

In my hand, in my hand is not real!

Time flies [?]!

[Outro]

What you hear is not real

But almost