Just might be true The self-inflicted state of mind A one-man struggle beneath the tower I think the clock still exist God just forgot to tap my shoulder I woke up today I wish I felt something The odor of my apathy I want to be the things I see

I've got this feeling It's gonna stop Needs to be stopped Woke before the morning sun I found it tucked beneath the hills I sat and watched it rise It hit the sky and burst to flames The lotus flower's

When the devil's angels come To take your life and lead you To the flames beneath Your headstone reads now Here lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us They're laying in their graves Damnation free for all A jester of sorts you stand holding

I've got this feeling It's gonna stop Needs to be stopped Woke before the morning sun I found it tucked beneath the hills I sat and watched it rise It hit the sky and burst to flames The lotus flower's