Questions

They move in the rhythm of their time and keep it inside
They rush through the alleys of their lives and think that's alright.

They see through their visions what they want to see
Act in their courtyard like they want to be
They think they can hear it, but they're deaf indeed
Spread out their ideas egoistically.

When I'm locked-in, will I break down
When I grow up, will I freak out
Will I crack up when they change all
Will I dry out, will my mask fall?

Will they change me
Will it ease me
Will they shape me
Will it pull me under
Will it tear me
Will it ruin me
Will it reach me
Or just pull me under?

They move in the rhythm of my time and rub off my signs
They rush through the alleys of my life and repaint them with lies.

Will they catch up, will they get me? Disappoint and then they blind me
Will they brand me, yet they're hurting me, will they wound me
They're deserting me.