The hands of the clock are spinning blind. The world is a train I left behind. A blur of the faces in the street. I’m losing the rhythm of my feet. Too fast, too loud, I’m out of breath! Running a race from birth to death! The doors are closing in my face! I cannot keep this frantic pace! Tick... Tick... Tick... ONLY THE WILL CAN BREAK THE WHEEL! ONLY THE FIRE CAN MAKE IT REAL! I WILL NOT FADE INTO THE GREY! I WILL NOT LET THEM SLIP AWAY! The stations are passing in the night. I’m chasing the shadows of the light. They tell me to run or disappear. But I plant my feet and I stand right here. Too fast, too loud, I’m out of breath! Running a race from birth to death! The doors are closing in my face! I cannot keep this frantic pace! ONLY THE WILL CAN BREAK THE WHEEL! ONLY THE FIRE CAN MAKE IT REAL! I WILL NOT FADE INTO THE GREY! I WILL NOT LET THEM SLIP AWAY! ONLY THE WILL CAN BREAK THE WHEEL! ONLY THE FIRE CAN MAKE IT REAL! I WILL NOT FADE INTO THE GREY! I WILL NOT LET THEM SLIP AWAY! I caught the train.
