FINGERPRINT

[Part I]

[Spoken Word]
We are but moving images
A mind constructed of mess
Chaos, disorder, yet... beautifully in line
In an ever-present line
But one that can never be broken, only rearranged
The fingerprints, marking us like nature's barcode
Hahahahahaha!
Beep, beep, beep, beep!
Another one scanned
Oh, and we must'nt vacate the place without an emergent alarm
Beeping along our very heartbeat
As if it were keeping us alive
Not a tree but a zombie
Living a lethal life
Ha...
The receipt printed on the gravestone
In memory of I
Ahahahaha...
I'm afraid so
So, as we end another year
You may think it is another year alive
But you are mistaken

[Part II]

[Chorus]
Time flies without me!
In my hand, in my hand is not real!
Time flies [?] die!

[Outro]
What you hear is not real
But almost