Dead history keeps repeating itself on me I almost feel like I'm not quite coping You've got me under a spell But that don't mean that I'm weak I haven't slept now for days and it's been one hell of a week And I'm climbing, I'm climbing the walls Now I swear that I heard your voice when I was in free fall Wake up What world have we been living in Oh, creator, I'm seeking solace in this Strike the match, I've got a whole new perspective Dead history keeps repeating itself on me I almost feel like I'm not quite coping Dead history keeps repeating itself on me I'm still half cut with a wound wide open I'm not done here, there's still a long way to climb Turn back your clocks for me I'm not done here, this could be so much more divine Turn back your clocks for me You've got me under a spell But that don't mean that I'm weak I haven't slept now for days and it's been one hell of a week And I'm climbing, I'm climbing the walls Now I swear that I heard your voice when I was in free fall Wake up What world have we been living in Oh, creator, I'm seeking solace in this Strike the match, I've got a whole new perspective Dead history keeps repeating itself on me I'm still half cut with a wound wide open This dead history has got me wrapped up in my head Its got me wrapped up Its got me wrapped up in my head Its got me wrapped up