There's nothing I can do to scape the pain I know it will get to me And nothing can prepare me for the end Lurking at a turn somewhere ahead Any road i take is heading there. Echoes of a clock ticking away On this forsaken place Speak our truth. Caught inside this thought of permanence And the notion of the end Consciousness entangled in this on, and on, and on of things. Yesterday, today, tomorrow Fulfilment and regret Memory, perception and routine Until it's time to face the ultimate question: When lights go off, will there be any more to this? Caught inside this thought of permanence And the notion of the end Consciousness entangled in this on, and on, and on of things. Caught inside this thought of permanence And the notion of the end Consciousness entangled in this on, and on, and on of things.