Some stories lack in structure Loose ends and lesser parts Me, I prefer mine with no endings Synchronicity! How fucking dare you abandon me! And the rearviewmirror reflects In a whole new light... Oh the tragedy! The unbearable agony! The means by which I've been stripped of my ideology! The things I have seen Make it hard to deny There's nowhere to run And nowhere to hide We're part of this mystic alignment, Both you and I Try to interpret the cipher Endless layers of random acts Still we remain none the wiser Of all the twists and turns I've gone through Few have been my call And still this chord rings true Still this chord says it all Nine hundred lunar cycles I expect to be short a few Hand my spares to a human more deserving What the hell Are you trying to say? I'll crack the code, There must be a way! And as I prepare to bow out I regret all the wasted time... Of all the twists and turns I've gone through Few have been my call And still this chord rings true Still this chord says it all