time proceeds towards what has been a worn and well known road a known road a known road if i could see what couldn t be i know i wouldn t run no i won t i won t time it speeds into itself i ve known it all along i m so old i am old endlessly monotony dulls all alternatives life is long way too long this kind disease could run its course this time will be a whole brand new route this comforts all that ached before i might just start to believe in trust this kind disease a new scapegoat for my time to leave new to all unknown time proceeds towards what has been a worn and well known course i won t run i won t run find in me what couldn t be i wrote it on a note a new world a new home poor estimation of poor estimation of poor estimation of life poor estimation of poor estimation of poor estimation of life i m watching you i m watching you they form a line to test my pride i m a one dream one pitch sound i m a one dream one pitch sound i m aware i m aware of your appeal and i m burning up all my wondering s done and i m burning up i am burning up i am burning up i eat what i kill waste not my reasons might have holes all my wondering s done all my wondering s done likely they will kill me for my reasons and my wants i will clear a path i will leave a path this kind disease won t kill me yet the chimes will ring with or without wind make light of me a laugh or speech a longer line to feed my pride i m a one dream one pitch sound i m a one dream one pitch sound i m aware i m aware of your appeal and i m burning up yeah i m burning up all my wondering s gone and i m burning up i am burning up i am burning up