The other day I was timing myself running around the block,
I couldn't find the place where I live, it all seemed screwed up,
I was all distressed,
I couldn't see at all,
I thought that you loved me,
But you didn't love at all,

You've seen it all,
Outdone yourself,
Can't find your inner-peace,
Outdone yourself,
And it looks of no release of your grip,
On yourself,

You fight yourself,
For the chair you sit on,
You can't understand,
Or care where your from.

In the light of all respect,
The time of light is taking the lead past your old best times,
And seeing it all out of sight yeah,
You need more respect for the time of the light.

We are all going to see the end,
We will live to witness the apocalypse,
And watch yourself dieing,
But you still continue killing yourself,
With your gun to your head,
And now we look at it,
We see your side of this world,
Timing your fellow,
And to you and to do all which seems okay.