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Can we trace back for a minute

I lost the keys to my own cell

I know a relapse is beginning

And I'm not really sure if I can trust my self

It's a feeling oh to prophesies itself to turn

The chance overseeing the orbs that are weaving are young and still have much to learn

A one track life still slips into multiple time lines

To think you'll find nothing is finite

Eyes wide open

Keeping focus but the path we've chosen is under construction

Getting older

Wise man's shoulders are losing composure

And he's cycling again The Alchemist

Do you really wanna be just like me

You press yourself against the wall and your innocence is showing

Return to factory settings and become an attending definitions of irony

Compound fracture soulfick transfer

I'm my best when I'm my worst enemy

I can handle the Load

I'm my best when I'm on my own

Eyes wide open

Keeping focus but the path we've chosen is under construction

Getting older

Wise man's shoulders are losing composure

And he's cycling again The Alchemist
Eyes wide open

Keeping focus but the path we've chosen is under construction

Getting older

Wise man's shoulders are losing composure

And he's cycling again The Alchemist