it s a sign of the times the impression that you made glossed over by a wave a golden lining in your grave beneath the dirt it s all the same last night a saw a thousand faces in a line and i could not recall a name and i could not recall a time when i i needed someone to move me not someone to save me just someone to move me not someone to change things desperately i think mediocrity is this the key i can t i won t be i won t be sitting there now break me out let me out it s a sign of the times there s nothing to gain this world was never mine it s not mine i let the hive mind consume me i can feel them all moving i can feel them all moving i can feel last night i saw a thousand faces in a line and i could not recall a name and i could not recall a time when i i needed someone to move me not someone to save me just someone to move me not someone to the perception that does not mean shit to me i m not a product of i m not a product of my name the perception that does not mean shit to me i m not a product of i m not a product of my name the perception that does not mean shit to me i m not a product of you