Who Pays the Ferryman?

[Verse 1]
I thought that was confined to history
The catastrophic parts of a younger me
Echo and reverberate
At what point do past events not exist?
Will I know or will it not be that obvious?

[Chorus]
Though I really changed
The bad reverberates

[Verse 2]
The words that I say end up rearranged
They all seem to come out in a different way
You don't mean what you say
The output is key to reality
While the input is only internally

[Chorus]
Never did like change
Felt so right to blame
Brakes aren't еasy