Out Of Sequence

You try to contest a lie
Which you probably told
A dead vendetta sustained
When we're all too old
Prone to dig down
In grounds where you shouldn't go
(you get a red light)
A life without oxygen
Whispered in the breath
You couldn't breathe or leave alone

And you wanted a reason to go.

Does anybody understand this mind?
Am I out of sequence
Or in the times
The day I cried

Does anybody understand these times?
Am I out of sequence
Or in my mind
The day I cried

Out of sequence
Or in my mind
The day I cried.

You're born to a crest
Obsessed with the family stones
Your hands made of wax
Attack the flames in which you throw
Facts from your aftermath
That you can't deny
(you get a red light)
A sign two split minds
Is just the difference of an eye.
(you get a red light)

And you wanted a reason to cry.

Does anybody understand this mind?
Am I out of sequence
Or in the times
The day I cried

Does anybody understand these times?
Am I out of sequence
Or in my mind
The day I cried

Does anybody understand this mind?
Am I out of sequence
Or in the times
The day I cried

Out of sequence or in the times the day I cried.