As the clock is melting next to me, I lose track of the time No recollection of what I've done, it was an altered state of the mind One hit, then we hit the floor, two beating hearts collide You know I don't want any part of this, of this murder made suicide Now there's no chance for god to save us We made our choices In guilt we'll harvest bad seeds, dread voices
Sing hymns of worship in the hour of need We splatter the walls with the red with bleed Scene two and “cut to chase”, I retrace the scene of the crime Nothing happening on my watch and forever never on my dime This city, it lies awake, no sleep for the wicked inside It's a rat race baby, and the only choice is embrace or epitomize