Vicious Circle

There’s this ever-present itching addiction in me
The only thing that stops the twitching is sickening to see
Watch the fleeting life flooding from their eyes
I am horrified by my crimes
This brain’s as brilliant as it is deranged
If it can’t be tamed, there’s one other way

I’ll build a machine to save the masses from me
It travels in time to wash away my sin
I built a machine to save ‘em from me
I’ll travel in time to find the tortured kid who grew into my skin
Ending it beforе it can begin

Stepping through the smoking timе pod, oh my god, I’m here
Haven’t seen the place in so long, it’s been gone for years
Staring breathless, stunned, and amazed
Stands the innocent me of eight

I’m clutching the knife, I think we’re ready to die
Then suddenly dad stumbles in on us
I’m clutching the knife, I’m ready to die
Then suddenly dad runs in with a gun, shoots to save his son
Traumatized, the kid starts to go numb

There’s this ever-present itching addiction in me