Octavarium

Part 1: Someone Like Him I never wanted to become someone like him. So secure, content to live each day just like the last. I was sure I knew that this was not for me, and I wanted so much more far beyond what I could see. So I swore that I'd never be someone like him! So many years have passed since I proclaimed my independence, my mission, my aim, and my vision so secure. Content to live each day like it's my last. It's wonderful to know that I could be something more than what I dreamed, far beyond what I could see. Still I swear that I'm missing out this time. As far as I could tell there’s nothing more I need, but still I ask myself could this be everything? Then all I swore that I would never be was now, so suddenly, the only thing I wanted to become, to be someone just like him. Part 2: Medicate (Awakening) A Doctor sitting next to me, he asks me how I feel, not sure I understand his questioning. He says I've been away a while but thinks he has cured me from a state of catatonic sleep. For 30 years where have I been? Eyes open but not getting through to me. Medicate me, infiltrate me, side effects appear as my conscience slips away. Medicate me, science failing, conscience fading fast, can't you stop what's happening? A higher dosage he prescribes but there's no guarantee, I feel it starting to take over me. I tell him not to be ashamed, there's no one who's to blame. A second shot, a brief awakening. I feel the relapse can't break free. Eyes open but not getting through to me. Medicate me, infiltrate me, side effects appear as my conscience slips away. Medicate me, science failing, conscience fading fast, can't you stop what's happening? Part 3: Full Circle Sailing on the seven seize the day tripper Diem's ready Jack the Ripper Owens Wilson Phillips and my supper's ready. Lucy in the Sky with Diamond Dave’s not here, I come to save the Day for Nightmare Cinema Show me the way to get back home again. Running forward, falling back, spinning round and round. Looking outward, reaching in, scream without a sound. Leaning over, crawling up, stumbling all around. Losing my place only to find I've come full circle. Flying off the handle be careful with that axe Eugene Gene the Dance Machine Messiah light my fire gabba gabba Hey hey my my generation's home again. Running forward, falling back, spinning round and round. Looking outward, reaching in, scream without a sound. Leaning over, crawling up, stumbling all around. Losing my place only to find I've come full circle. Part 4: Intervals -Root- Our deadly sins feel his mortal wrath, remove all obstacles from our path. -Second- Asking questions, search for clues, the answer's been right in front of you. -Third- Try to break through, long to connect, fall on deaf ears and failed muted breath. -Fourth- Loyalty, trust, faith and desire, carries Love through each darkest fire. -Fifth- Tortured insanity, a smothering Hell, try to escape but no avail. -Sixth- The calls of admirers who claim they adore drain all your lifeblood while begging for more. -Seventh- Innocent victims of merciless crimes fall prey to some madmen's impulsive designs. -Octave- Step after step we try controlling our fate, when we finally start living it has become too late. Trapped inside this Octavarium! Trapped inside this Octavarium! Trapped inside this Octavarium! Trapped inside this Octavarium! Part 5: Razor's Edge We move in circles, balanced all the while on a gleaming razor's edge. A perfect sphere colliding with our fate. This story ends where it began!