As the clock is melting next to me, I lose track of the time
No recollection of what I've done, it was an altered state of the mind
One hit, then we hit the floor, two beating hearts collide
You know I don't want any part of this, of this murder made suicide
Now there's no chance for god to save us
We made our choices
In guilt we'll harvest bad seeds, dread voices
Sing hymns of worship in the hour of need
We splatter the walls with the red with bleed
Scene two and “cut to chase”, I retrace the scene of the crime
Nothing happening on my watch and forever never on my dime
This city, it lies awake, no sleep for the wicked inside
It's a rat race baby, and the only choice is embrace or epitomize