Clockwork Lyrics

Roads aligning
Distant memories come forth
Bound by perception
Senses, and obscure direction.
The mind, a**ured
By evidence
Designed, result
No matter, either way
Experience moves forth.

chains withholding me, jade
we know by now
our discerning is relative
to all that we see
through an idea
we're a**ured, however.
to survive
we'll survive
by the clock
I'll find a way out.

change or grown
despite my doubt
of whether I'm alone
or not
the world knows
its source is growing old
and thin
bitter over the fact
that I'm still here
I'm over being alive
(over being alive)
being alive.