locked in orbit

(tick

tock tick tock) I’m just floating,

watching the world spin round Feet off the earth,

but I'm miles from the ground Everyone’s running,

they’re making a sound But I’m just a ghost that’s afraid to

be found

I try to scream,

but the noise doesn't break

Stuck in a dream that I can't seem to wake Just a

spectator,

fading away... Fading away...

(fade... away...)

I'm just a spectator sitting inside of my mind Watching the clock

spin, wishing that I could rewind time Everyone's moving,

they're chasing a dream that I can't find I try to keep

going, but something is holding me every time Am I paralyzed?

Or am I just drifting away?

I look in the mirror,

the colors are fading away I scream to get up and I

tell myself, "Wake up,

you're fine!" But the voice in my head says I'm running out

of time I try to make changes,

I write down the words on a page But it feels like

I'm acting a part on a broken stage Just floating through seasons,

a ghost in a crowded room Reaching for daylight but trapped in

a heavy gloom Nothing I do seems to matter,

it's all in reverse Like I'm watching my life from the back

of a hearse Yeah,

I'm just watching it pass

Stuck behind the glass..

I can feel the pressure starting to mutate I'm sick of the

stagnant, I'm sick of the weight

Open the cage, let me out of this place!

Look at me now,

I’m a manic-depressive phenotypic reflection of everything I ever hated!

Staring at ceilings and feeling defeated and wishing that I was re-animated!

Everyone talks about making a living but I’m just trying to make

it alive How do you expect me to run in a race

when I don’t even have the desire to drive?!

Look at the clock,

it’s ticking, it’s ticking,

I’m sick of the imagery,

sick of the pace I try to confront it,

I try to erase it,

but everywhere I go I’m meeting my face!

"You’re never gonna change,

you’re never gonna wake up!" —that’s what the shadow is screaming at

me! I’m trapped in a prison of my own design and I’m

losing my mind 'cause I hold the key!

Yeah!

Throwing a punch at the air but it’s landing on me

I am the victim,

the villain, the witness,

the judge, and the jury,

you see?

I try to pull back but I’m sinking,

I’m drowning, I’m suffocating in the mud It’s funny how floating can

feel like you’re buried under a tsunami of blood!

Somebody... wake me up.

I'm still drifting.