I stop, my memory is nothing but a gallery of sore spots

Can't you see I carry on but I don't wanna hold on to the retrospective life

I don't wanna overestimate this time, time, time, time



It's stuck, that's for sure

Can't do this, follow that, life is so imperfect, almost human, just like me

We live our lives, this is why we hold on to reanimated lives

I don't wanna overestimate this time, time, time