They move in the rhythm of their time and keep it
inside
They rush through the alleys of their lives and think

that's alright

They see through their visions what they want to see

Act in their courtyard like they want to be
They think they can hear it, but they're deaf indeed
Spread out their ideas egoistically


When I'm locked-in, will I break down?
When I grow up, will I freak out?

Will I crack up when they change all?
Will I dry out, will my mask fall?


Will it ease me?
Will they shape me?
Will it pull me under?

Will it tear me?
Will it ruin me?
Will it reach me?

Or just pull me under?

They move in the rhythm of my time and rub off my signs

They rush through the alleys of my life and repaint
them with lies


Will they catch up, will they get me? Disappoint and
then they blind me
Will they brand me, yet they're hurting me, will they

wound me?
They're deserting me