As I'm sitting on this chair like twenty years ago
I feel powerless and disappointed
Though I just started out, boredom fills me up without a warning
Maybe cooling off is the sign of the end point
Do you think your life means something?
Do you wish to be remembered?
I'd rather choose to be forgotten
Clock's ticking, it's my responsibility not to be blamed
Nothing, nothing can be set before decision's to be made
I can't concentrate, it keeps getting harder and harder to control
Small distractions shut me down from the beauty of the world
Reality keeps pushing me away into virtuality
The end of dishonest ones
All my life was misled when I tried
All I got was mislaid when I tried
Clock's ticking, it's my responsibility not to be blamed
Nothing, nothing can be set before decision's to be made
Clock's ticking, I feel nothing but an illusion
Where I control my fate
Nothing, nothing can be seen when I need it the most
