Pragmatic til the end of time
Distorted perceptions that 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
Sentience impaired
Wandering through life
Neglect and atrophy
Left here to burn and die
With the seconds that pass relentless
Tick, tock the clock is endless
Its 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
Perpetual questions
We'll disconnect
At the start of fall
When we're lost in the sequence
We'll disconnect
