I was never made to roll
Soaring suits this heavy soul
Until the day that i should die
You'll find my head up in the sky
The air in here is always clean
The square clock says it's time to Be
Hang by regulation tie
You won't expect a thing from i
Because i'm the number between 4 and 5
The integer of more to life
Buried deep behind your mind
Feeding on your wasted time
I wana disrupt the tracks that lie below
To help you decide your own way to go
Is there anyone anywhere oh for me to ask
If they ever saw sand outside the hourglass?
You won't expect a thing