I keep sleeping and lose my senses I can't even call the name of the person I saw last. Reality like a dream in the midnight sun that never wakes up The sandstorm from the TV was burned into the back of my eyes. Keep spinning and lose the outline I repeated the last line I said. Still stuck in the keyhole of a music box that won't ring Confetti from the parade remained on my palm. the prophet's schedule Don't look away even if it's dirty There's no alibi for anything There's no room for anyone to doubt Continue to lie and lose your personality I can't even call the name of the person I saw last. Just repeat the last line you said the prophet's schedule Don't look away even if it's dirty There's no alibi for anything There's no room for anyone to doubt There's no alibi for anything There's no room for anyone to doubt There's no alibi for anything There's no room for anyone to doubt