I am raised and erased, but I’m not a waste
Nobody  ever made history by following the rules
Nobody,  not ever
Everybody wants to have a dream where they predict the future
Everyone, all of them

I  don't want you to dry out
I  don't want you to dry out

All of this time I've wasted waiting to feel alive
I've  sacrificed this time
Wanting waiting to feel alive
I'm choking on these thoughts while counting down these clocks
And the hand strikes twelve
I'm  in Hell
I'm in Hell

I see you wasting, avoiding disgrace
Go in for the tasting and feel out of place
I see you wasting
Go in for the tasting
I saw the stranger in bath water
Who lived in fear of deterioration

Now wrinkles will paint the face, disgraced
Pounding pains longing for the prime age
Days are numbered
Join the choir invisible
I can save you, I can still save you
Still save you

Days are numbered
Join the choir invisible
I can save you, I can still save you
Still save you

Hearing hell, I'm not feeling well
Can’t make history following rules
Hearing hell, but I'm doing well
Making history breaking the rules
Breaking the rules

I am raised and I'm erased
But I am not a damn waste

Days are numbered
Days are numbered
Join the choir invisible
I can save you
I can save you