Every breath I breathe
and every step I take,
the clock keeps ticking
bringin' me closer to fate.
They say the good die
young, I must be on my
way
The lights go out and I can't
be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees
I beg, I beg and plead, singing
Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head and a
Trouble that can't be named
A tiger's waiting to be tamed
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees
I beg, I beg and plead, singing
Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head and a
Trouble that can't be named
A tiger's waiting to be tamed
every clock
reads
a different time
but they all say ours is up.
a different time
but they all say ours is up.
The lights go out and I can't be saved. Tides that I tried to swim against have brought me down upon my knees. Oh I beg, I beg and plead.
TIME FLIES
When it is summer
Sinking in your chest, scraping past your ribs, feel it dig
deeper down and ache heavier. The needle point always runs, not a
second in wait for your pitiful excuses.
"You are thinking too hard on it, child." She spoke ruefully.
But stop... take a step back. Look. Is this truth? Is this guilt? You taught yourself to never admit to what you do not acknowledge — hoping then, it would be any less cruel.
Can you feel the guilt? Feel the anchor's chain slide around your ankle. Feel it pull you down.
Down.
Down.
"You are thinking too hard on it, child." She spoke ruefully.
But stop... take a step back. Look. Is this truth? Is this guilt? You taught yourself to never admit to what you do not acknowledge — hoping then, it would be any less cruel.
Can you feel the guilt? Feel the anchor's chain slide around your ankle. Feel it pull you down.
Down.
Down.
Confusion never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know, singing
Closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know, singing
Time doesnt exist, clocks
exist
My friend: What time is it?
Me: There's a clock right there.
My friend: Did I ask you where the clock was?
With the clocks as our que, we're an explosion in
reverse. We speak before we think.
