Artificial polygonal links on a chain
generated by the computer in my brain
everyday the men in the white coats come in here
they wanna check up on the wires in my ears
And my past is lookin gray
getting hazier everyday
History is going down
My history is going down
When i find god in a pale plastic eggshell
will i say can i join you i don’t wanna go to hell
when i’m alone on the furthest sandy playground
will i say hey yeah it’s ok i’m stronger pound for pound
when i look at how i've grown
i rely on what i know and what i've grown to love
what goes around comes around and regret is what i’ve found
well, paths not taken, chances forsaken, when will i awaken
i’ll tear it down, i’ll tear it down from this world i must escape
and all these choices that it forces me to make
regret has got me down
my regret has got me