Past the point of no returning Present the future Past the point on no returning I am the fuse
Cradled in my arms Like a baby Cradled in my arms I hug a TV
Eyes are locked on numbers and grids Despise, I’m lost, the season begins Mind control the sweeps arrive Time is lost the sea will divide
fears bind ordinary
All of us The greater good is put to rest One of us It’s time to put these kids in bed
Past the point of no returning Present the future Past the point on no returning I am the fuse
preying in the dark like a death ray staring into dark...
Eyes are locked the program begins Crowd the house, the season will live Mind control the sweeps arrive Time is lost the scene will arise
fears bind ordinary
All of us The greater good is put to rest One of us It’s time to put these kids in bed Cloud of dust And empty visions fill my head Save us Diseased Save our future from not ever being
Ordinary in my ways Staring at an empty screen Ordinary in my ways Channels are on
When the beast controls And when the feast is over Again with the guilt The grain that wilts the will Eye