Decide
 
Pieces out of order
The day is out of time
Looking down hurts so bad
My body’s on the ground
You can take your mad solution
Your enemies from hell
The sun you manufactured can ring a silver bell
 
How I came to be so empty
How I came to be so low
I could succeed in everybody’s love
And never even know
Eliminate the future
Decimate the past
Systematic overboards
I’m hanging from the mast
 
Decide