Man, he's a powerful man
I don't think he can die
But don't you believe
That we're all just wasting our time
Stowing away moments for later
I wonder if we'll see
Just wait it out
Just wait it out
Just wait it out
Just wait it out
Moments alone he wanders around himself
A labyrinth of broken mirrors and laughing gas
A fiction repeated loudly and often
'Til it becomes true
The phantoms that you amputate
Limbs always growing back
You're crossing Ts trying to calculate
Alibis so iron-clad
You're pulling the wool
Over your own eyes
Pulling the wool
Over your own eyes
Pulling the wool
Over your own eyes
Pulling the wool
Over your own
Eyes
Trust me, you're no son of mine
No son of mine
No son of mine
No son of mine