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.