I am forged of doubt and broken gears
I am a forgery of all my fears
Nothing is as it was, we see that clear
And each memory is a crystal tear
Footsteps matching my heartbeat
And as my heart beats/runs faster
I start to run
For life will always keep on moving
Life will always keep on moving
If only it would wait for me
We walk on stones and we bleed out ink
A lingering stain on how we think
Harsh and dissonant a world worth remembering
I want to live a life so infinite
I won't regret it when I'm eighty-three
But I fear the they won't remember me
If the world could stand still
If it would wait for me
Will it even still be there when I'm eighty-three?
So I start running
For life will always keep on moving
Life will always keep on moving
Life will always keep on moving
Life will always keep on moving
If only it would wait for me
If only it would wait for me
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