Time can push you down can bind your wrists and make you slave to a fallen day and in the mind pushed by the time your head can fold in on itself implode a neural supernova blinding eyes
can you read between the lines see thoughts hypnotize and mesmerize the crowd with magic tricks your slight of hand it makes me sick to late to read whats in the eyes to late to realize you've dealt your hand now its fate the road you hates the one you've got to take
tell you when your older thoughts that bleed and stab her mr cloak and dagger tell you when your older
time can bring it out or push it way back in your mind where youll never find and by and by you rewrite the way things used to be and how they seem like fairy tales in hidden dreams