Time is an illusion that I clench between my teeth
Pressed inside the pages of my books and diaries
It's not that I'm a coward, I just only play for keeps
Lately I've been feeling like mistakes are pretty weak
White marble and music dominates my memories
Places I don't recognise, yet know intimately
Don't stray from the path, I should just stick to the routine
But then again, it's foolish to take orders from a dream
I think that I am destined to just rip myself apart
Searching for the answers that will show me where to start
And in my little novels, life is imitating art
The lines are getting blurry but I guess I'll play my part
History repeats itself, and yet I never learn
Going through the motions, though I know it's gonna hurt
Building up a nation made of little more than dirt
Everybody knows it won't be long until it's burned
I think that I am destined to just rip myself apart
Searching for the answers that will show me where to start
And in my little novels, life is imitating art
The lines are getting blurry but I guess I'll play my part
Maybe I am destined to just rip myself apart
Don't stray from the path, and don't forget who you are
Why is it my life seems much less real than my art?
The lines are getting blurry, but who else would play this part?