It's a sign of the times The impression that you made Glossed over by a wave A golden lining in your grave Beneath the dirt it's all the same
Last night I saw a thousand faces in a line And I could not recall a name, no, I could not recall a time When I I needed someone to move me, Not someone to save me, Just someone to move me, Not someone to
Change Things Des- Perately
I think mediocrity Is this the key? I can't I won't be I won't be I won't be sitting there now
Break me out Misery I see the dead eyes in the crowd Feel them all turn at once Let me out
It's a sign of the times There's nothing to gain This world was never mine It's not mine
I let the hive mind consume me I can feel them all moving I can feel
Last night I saw a thousand faces in a line And I could not recall a name, no, I could not recall a time when I I needed someone to move me, Not someone to save me, Just someone to move me, Not someone to-
The perception that you crave From conception to the grave Does not mean shit to me I'm not a product of I'm not a product of my name
The perception that you crave From conception to the grave Does not mean shit to me I'm not a product of I'm not a product of my name
The perception that you crave From conception to the grave Does not mean shit to me I'm not a product of my name
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