The Disintegration Of The Persistence Of Memory

Do you remember when your eyes
Used to catch my lies?
Can you still remember when your eyes
Used to catch my lies?
(Ok)

Now my hands are tied
And I don't want to bow my head again
Now my hands are tied
No, I don't want to bow my head again!

The clock is laughing at my face
The clock is ticking in my veins
Here I am, with nothing to lose
(Again)