You know I got a rain cloud
I bought a new umbrella
I saw that ankle chain there
This bolt cutter should help you
End of every day the sun sets
When light bounces through rain,
I feel blessed
You don't understand
Really there's one plan
Rebellion's not in nature
You must grind life for paper
Time is just a killer robot from the future planes of never ever land where the whole world went insane and it is fiction
I don't think you heard me right,
or maybe you don't get this
Time is just our murderer,
He comes from the far future.
Breaks through bounds of life;
Into your head to get you.
Steal away your happy day
Think about what's coming late,
Don't forget there's just today
Tomorrow isn't really granted.
You only get to feel it once
You live a zillion lives
You never get to understand
you'll give that up in time.
Time is just a killer robot from the future planes of never ever land where the whole world went insane and it is fiction
What isn't fiction
Holograms were mentioned
A false reality
Virtual destiny
Aren't we afraid
What's been made of this
Who created it?
Is there a save button?
Do I control anything?
Am I just a character in some thing;
Or am I a player in this game?
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
You know I got a rain cloud
I bought a new umbrella
I saw that ankle chain there
This bolt cutter should help you
End of every day the sun sets
When light bounces through rain,
I feel blessed
You don't understand
Really there's one plan
Rebellion's not in nature
You must grind life for paper
Time is just a killer robot from the future planes of never ever land where the whole world went insane and it is fiction
I don't think you heard me right,
or maybe you don't get this
Time is just our murderer,
He comes from the far future.
Breaks through bounds of life;
Into your head to get you.
Steal away your happy day
Think about what's coming late,
Don't forget there's just today
Tomorrow isn't really granted.
You only get to feel it once
You live a zillion lives
You never get to understand
you'll give that up in time.
Time is just a killer robot from the future planes of never ever land where the whole world went insane and it is fiction
What isn't fiction
Holograms were mentioned
A false reality
Virtual destiny
Aren't we afraid
What's been made of this
Who created it?
Is there a save button?
Do I control anything?
Am I just a character in some thing;
Or am I a player in this game?
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