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.