Good morning baby New YearnIts father timenI’m ticking awaynAs the clock strikes twelvenAnd the room starts to spinnYou look so lovelynComatosenAs the liquid firenBurns your throatnA singenAnd you're sucked intonA portal once again.nnAnd now I’m on my waynGloves off and the battle is donenAnd now I’m on my waynSleep now my lover, lovernI’m on my waynnSo what's your excuse for playing god?nnGood morning baby New YearnIts father timenI’m slowly keeping age under my skinnAnd when the glass begins to empty grainsnI’ll remember all the time's ill singnOver these black and whitesnMy fingers fightnThe epic battle of a melody.nThe truth is I’m scared of me.nnAnd I see thingsnThat no one would ever glimpsenAs your eyes roll backnAnd the real party beginsnAnd I feel thingsnThat I’m not supposed to feelnAs I reassure myselfnThatnI’m nothing but a jewel upon your crown.nnSo what's your excuse for playing God?nWhat’s your excuse for playing…nnAnd ill dream thingsnThat will never grace the heartnOf the fantastic fiasco ‘m bred betweennAnd ill fear thingsnThat will end this sleep we lovenA sudden shake from this even placenWhere ill sit when I’m alone. nLike a jewel upon your crown