The ending scene of your linear time frame
Pulsed through every nerve what worth was your consciousness
Small stain on the terminal film fragmented pieces of the past
Of repression and pain condition the actions through constant repetition
Subjected to ambition with the promise of the future
The will of your own replaced by those before you
Fragmented pieces of the past of repression and pain
Condition the actions through constant repetition all that’s left to beg
The infringement of god’s plan, staring back through broken glass
Subjected to ambition, with the promise of the future
The will of your own, replaced by those before you
The final fraction