Raised and Erased - The Number Twelve Looks Like You

I am raised and erased, but I’m not a waste

Nobody ever made history by following the rules

Nobody, not ever

Everybody wants to have a dream where they predict the future

Everyone, all of them

I don’t want you to dry out

I don’t want you to dry out

All of this time I’ve wasted waiting to feel alive

I’ve sacrificed this time

Wanting waiting to feel alive

I’m choking on these thoughts while counting down these clocks

And the hand strikes twelve

I’m in Hell

I’m in Hell

I see you wasting, avoiding disgrace

Go in for the tasting and feel out of place

I see you wasting

Go in for the tasting

I saw the stranger in bath water

Who lived in fear of deterioration

Now wrinkles will paint the face, disgraced

Pounding pains longing for the prime age

Days are numbered

Join the choir invisible

I can save you, I can still save you

Still save you

Days are numbered

Join the choir invisible

I can save you, I can still save you

Still save you

Hearing hell, I’m not feeling well

Can’t make history following rules

Hearing hell, but I’m doing well

Making history breaking the rules

Breaking the rules

I am raised and I’m erased

But I am not a damn waste

Days are numbered

Days are numbered

Join the choir invisible

I can save you

I can save you