Aegis The Mars Volta

[Verse 1]
The days are catching up to me
My unconscious fear unbound
Is it time to tailor fit the notion
That come Sunday I'm in the ground?

[Verse 2]
The obelisk fumes have occupied, emphatically austere
A smelter pile made by the debt collector

[Pre-Chorus]
Where the children should be seen, not heard
Even if there is no way back home

[Chorus]
I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away

[Verse 3]
Can you hear him saber rattling
With bones I've left behind?
Obloquy is the bulwark of his implants
Am I your son or just a clone?