I hear it coming
My dead heart just beat again
A blood clot growing in womb
Time tik-toking away
Its that time again
Hello my friend
I am tired of my life again
Shine wore off of the world so new
This game design ain’t same for few
Someone calls it running to the past
Some say stick a bit around
Some suggest to let the days go by
The inner voice desires of creeping back
To the world of known
To the world of friends
To the predictable words
To the same old expectation of no change
Where miracles happen
Where soul wins
Where God resides
Where you decide
O! Lost madman listen to your heart
