Inventory

"Come, lab rat, accept my blessings and embrace your second life."

Even within time's current, anguish spins and cycles around.
I can't perceive the parting of another heart.
I don't know, I don't care.
I do not stir, I just continue to be swept away through the cracks of time.
I don't know or care about what's around me.
I am me, that is all.

Am I watching a dream, or nothing at all?
My words are pointless to even speak.
Grieving only makes me tired. I'd rather just exist without feeling anything.
Even if I'm given bewildering words, my heart is above the clouds.
If I am to stir myself, to change everything, I will paint everything black.

Does one such as I even have a future? Do I exist in a such a world as this?
Am I distressed? Am I sorrowful? I still don't even understand myself.
Even walking forward is tiring, I don't care about anybody else.
Even if I could change, if I could change, I would paint myself an innocent white.

Even within time's current, anguish spins and cycles around.
I can't even perceive the parting of another heart.
I don't know, I don't care.
I do not stir, I just continue to be swept away through the cracks of time.
I don't know much about what's around me, just me, myself.

Am I watching a dream, or nothing at all?
My words are pointless to even speak.
Grieving only makes me tired. I'd rather just exist without feeling anything.
Even if I'm given bewildering words, my heart is above the clouds.
If I am to stir myself, to change everything, I will paint everything black.

If I were to stir, if I were to stir,
I would destroy everything, I would destroy everything.
If I were to grieve, if I were to grieve,
could my heart become an innocent white?
About you, about me, about everything, I still don't understand.
If I were to open my heavy eyelids, to destroy everything, paint it all black!