I've forgotten my name,
I'm sick and weak and fresh from sleep.
I crawl from a crooked bed with dirty feet and shaky hands.
The numbers on the clock read "one-one-O-four A.M."，
I've got time to clean myself,
then sell my soul again.
When I sleep I dream,
I dream I'm awake.
Or was it when I'm awake I dream I'm asleep?
I work, I *******t, I eat, I sleep,
I'm inspected by the number seven.
This can't be my life,
no this isn't me.
I don't know what's beset this change,
I barely recognize my own face.
In my mind I know that something's not right,
but in my heart I'm bathed in the golden light!
I'm bathed in the golden light!
I'm bathed in the golden light!
My eyelids still heavy, my pulse still faint,
I'm puzzle pieces, my memory's stained.
I feel strength swell - a day dream,
I'm shaking under this duality.
My pulse is still faint.
I hear a strange voice but don't know what it's saying.
And in this moment,
seconds stop and I burst with clarity.
A wealth of love and hate gone blank,
for I finally remember my ******* name!
I eat rocks,
and I breathe wind.
I've been around the world and back again.
I've lost the static,
the gray is gone,
I have the power of a million exploding suns!
I am consumed by my might,
blinded in light as I would be in night.
The void is holding me tight,
it doesn't feel right.
When will I ever break free?
Within or without, I'm chained by the dream.
The void is holding me tight,
it doesn't feel right.
When will I ever break free?
Within or without, I'm chained by the dream.
The void and the light are both me,
it doesn't feel right.
Bright lights flood my eyes,
it's true.
I realize the perilous truth of a perilous life by my own device.
The strength of my high is the strength of my low.
Unless there's no me,
they both, they both explode.

油管上面的MV网页链接 画质正确，内容也是相当抽象（）不过到底是反映了对哨兵这个角色的一些理解（？

其实早就看到过有这么首歌，但是直觉不太能接受歌曲风格，看来直觉对了，平常听新金属和旋律核就已经差不多了