Out of Sequence - Drab Majesty

You try to contest a lie which you probably told

A dead vendetta sustained when we’re all too old

Prone to dig down in grounds where you shouldn’t go

(You get a red light)

A life without oxygen, whispered in the breath

You couldn’t breathe or leave alone

And you wanted a reason to go

Does anybody understand this mind?

Am I out of sequence

Or in the times, the day I cried?

Does anybody understand these times?

Am I out of sequence

Or in my mind, the day I cried?

Out of sequence

Or in my mind, the day I cried?

You’re born to a crest, obsessed with the family stones

Your hands made of wax attack the flames in which you throw

Facts from your aftermath that you can’t deny

(You get a red light)

A sign two split minds is just the difference of an eye

(You get a red light)

And you wanted a reason to cry

Does anybody understand this mind?

Am I out of sequence

Or in the times, the day I cried?

Does anybody understand these times?

Am I out of sequence

Or in my mind, the day I cried?

Does anybody understand this mind?

Am I out of sequence

Or in the times, the day I cried?

Out of sequence

Or in the times, the day I cried?

Out of sequence

Or in the times, the day I cried?

Out of sequence

Or in the times, the day I cried?

Out of sequence

Or in the times, the day I cried?

The day I cried

The day I cried

The day I cried