[Verse 1] (Let's see you talk with your head cut off With your head cut off, see you talk...) He was a strict man normal formal and hard working At the age of 20, had his very first job, got up early
Walked to his place of employment to avoid Being penned up in a traffic jam, he was ecstatic and Passionate to do his very best to be successful The day at the job, it went well, if a bit stressful
The Sun was setting and now he was heading back home Spent, yea, but ultimately satisfied and glad, so He walked calm, quietly humming a song But suddenly felt lost, like as if something was off
Surroundings all familiar still so different He felt like a chameleon's prey, a shaking insect It made him cringe, yet - He kept his composure "Anxiety" he muttered, "who knows it'll soon be over"
[Hook] Would you notice if the left turned to right Of course not, you're in a bowl of fish until you learn to die So, what's the difference in seeking a link You've got the freedom to believe you got the freedom to think (x2)
[Verse 2] He was a sick man, dark circles under his eyes With an expression reminiscent of a thundering sky He was obsessive, every evening he kept wondering why The things he used to know now seemed like conjured up lies
"Why, why!?" He would rave in his office It started when he got his first job late into august He created hypothesis of what he thought had happened His friends first humored him but his doctor called it madness
He knew he wasn't crazy, that the world was backwards And he would find out why, if it didn't drive him mad first But the feelings of unease were creeping further Every night he'd wake up in a strange bed screaming murder
Until a silent eve when every creature laid low He composed a plan of action to escape this fate, so He pulled his instrument up to his heartbeat, played notes The metamorphosis of angels with a tainted halo