Time is on my side but I don’t know which side I’m on, you see ‘cause I do not abide by rules that don’t agree with me, you see
But what if I’m the rule-maker, rule-breaker, rule-maker, or some future deity? Maybe I’m a world-creator, tool-breaker, sword-taker from all these dead bodies?
I guess I’m finding life is turning on a dime I’d reach for the stars but it’s too high a climb I’m a paradox abomination, a most ironic crime ‘cause I’m the god of clockwork and I’m running out of time.
I was born on rock and raised on top of clocks and fire-sea now here we are on this dead star on some new messed Oh-odyssey
But what if there is more to it, more to it, fuck; screw it, we’re now nearly halfway there. What if I got left behind, in my mind, back in time, and now I’m just hot air?
I’m running out of time, and I’m running far away and I would give a lifetime if I could live another day and I’d be worth a thousand words if I’d something left to say I guess the world is now my playground, but I don’t want to play
because I’m running out of answers and I’m running out of rhymes and I’m running out of comebacks, and different ways to die so if you ever need me, I’ll be on the other side because I’m the god of clockwork, and I’m running out of time.
Red blood and red sleeves and flash floods and light thieves Time scratch and disk hacks and timelines and white lies [x2] (Sear my mind, seer mind – paint my heart black as dark day and night, Knight and Page, Heir and Witch, Prince and Maid) (And off and on and off again I hope this sick beat never ends) then maybe I can get some sleep, though I can never again dream