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Octavarium
Octavarium
Length 24:00
Working title
Release date 7 June 2005
Lyrics John Petrucci, James LaBrie, Mike Portnoy
Music Dream Theater
First live performance
Total live plays
Recorded The Hit Factory
Other appearances Score, Chaos in Motion (as part of Schmedley Wilcox)
Previous song Sacrificed Sons
Next song In the Presence of Enemies (Pt. 1)

The final song and title track of the Octavarium album, connecting several themes that were built up over the course of the album. It features an orchestra, and lyrically deals with cycles and an inability to escape.

The "Octavarium theme," played on flute at the beginning of the song, is a recurring motif across the entire album - featuring at the end of The Root of All Evil, and played on violin after the second chorus of The Answer Lies Within.

The first three movements all deal with moving in circles. Movement four, "Intervals," lyrically makes reference to each of the preceding tracks on Octavarium, as well as Someone Like Him, Medicate and Full Circle. The lyrics of each preceding track are summed up in two lines each, with samples of each song playing quietly underneath the vocals.

Lyrics Edit

[I. SOMEONE LIKE HIM]
I never 
wanted 
to become someone like him
So secure
Content to live each day just like the last
I was sure I knew that
This was not for me
And I wanted so much more 
Far beyond what I could see
So I swore that I'd
Never be someone like him

So many 
years have passed 
Since I proclaimed 
My independence 
My mission 
My aim 
And my vision so secure 
Content to live each day like it's my last 
It's wonderful to know 
That I could be 
Something more than what I dreamed 
Far beyond what I could see

Still I swear that I'm 
Missing out this time

As far as I could tell
There's nothing more I need
But still I ask myself
Could this be everything?
Then all I swore
That I would never be was now
So suddenly
The only thing 
I wanted
To become
To be someone just like him

[II. MEDICATE (AWAKENING)]

A doctor sitting next to me 
He asked me how I feel
Not sure I understand his questioning 
He says I've been away a while
But thinks he has cured me
From a state of catatonic sleep

For 30 years where have I been?
Eyes open but not getting through to me

Medicate me
Infiltrate me
Side effects appear
As my conscience slips away

Medicate me
Science failing
Conscience fading fast 
Can't you stop what's happening?

A higher dosage he prescribes 
But there's no guarantee
I feel it starting to take over me

I tell him not to be ashamed
There's no one who's to blame 
A second shot, A brief awakening

I feel the relapse 
Can't break free
Eyes open 
But not getting through to me

Medicate me
Infiltrate me
Side effects appear
As my conscience slips away

Medicate me
Science failing
Conscience fading fast 
Can't you stop what's happening?

[III. FULL CIRCLE]

Isn't this where we came in?

Sailing on the seven seize the day tripper Diem's ready
Jack the Ripper Owen's Wilson Phillips and my Supper's ready
Lucy in the Sky with diamond Dave's not here I come to save the Day for 
Nightmare Cinema show me the way to get back home again

Running forward, falling back
Spinning round and round
Looking outward, reaching in
Scream without a sound 
Leaning over, crawling up
Stumbling all around 
Losing my place only to 
Find I've come full circle

Flying Off the Handle With careful with 
That axe Eugene Gene the dance machine messiah 
Light my Fire gabba, gabba
Hey hey my my Generation's home again

Running forward, falling back
Spinning round and round
Looking outward, reaching in
Scream without a sound 
Leaning over, crawling up
Stumbling all around 
Losing my place only to 
Find I've come full circle

[IV. INTERVALS]

Root:
Our deadly sins feel his mortal wrath,
Remove all obstacles from our path

Second:
Asking questions, search for clues,
The answer's been right in front of you

Third:
Try to break through, long to connect,
Fall on deaf ears and failed muted breath

Fourth:
Loyalty, trust, faith and desire,
Carries love through each darkest fire

Fifth:
Tortured insanity, a smothering hell,
Try to escape, but to no avail

Sixth:
The calls of admirers who claim they adore,
Drain all your lifeblood while begging for more

Seventh:
Innocent victims of merciless crimes
Fall prey to some madman's impulsive designs

Octave:
Step after step, we try controlling our fate
When we finally start living, it has become too late

Trapped inside this Octavarium
Trapped inside this Octavarium
Trapped inside this Octavarium
Trapped inside this Octavarium

[V. RAZOR'S EDGE]

We move in circles
Balanced all the while
On a gleaming razor's edge

A perfect sphere
Colliding with our fate
This story ends where it began