Clockwork Songtext

chains withholding me, jade
we know by now
our discerning is relative
to all that we see
through an idea
we're assured, however

to survive
we'll survive
by the clock
I'll find a way out

change or grown
despite my doubt
of whether I'm alone
or not
the world knows
its source is growing old
and thin bitter over the fact
that I'm still here
I'm over being alive
(over being alive)
being alive