Pragmatic til the end of time Distorted perceptions that we all die Perpetual questions Collecting all of our lives in sequence Step into a sea of tranquility Roam around in a pseudo-reality Forever adrift at the juncture of insanity At the start of the fall We needed something to live through it all We found ourselves in the claws of violence Waiting for Father Time to shut our eyelids Sentience impaired Wandering through life Neglect and atrophy Left here to burn and die With the seconds that pass relentless Tick, tock the clock is endless Its far too late when we realize it's like inhaling cyanide At the start of the fall We needed something to live through it all We found ourselves in the claws of violence Waiting for Father Time to shut our eyelids Our life discontent Our clocks disconnect Unknowingly dancing to our last song Perpetual questions And we're lost in the sequence Discontent and disconnect Discontent We'll disconnect At the start of the fall We needed something to live through it all We found ourselves in the claws of violence Waiting for Father Time to shut our eyelids At the start of the fall Perpetual questions We'll disconnect At the start of fall When we're lost in the sequence We'll disconnect