a loving clamif i died right now you would have no idea where i was if i disappeared who would tell you if i vanished, would you cry? i wither away slowly i try to refrain but my love is in shambles and you're not here i breathe in and i let you know the silence of this discussion is killing me slow the words not spoken are worse then those you shout i beg you please of your shell, come outa loving clam
the past life of a time keepthe past life of a time keepthe past life of a time keep
fixing clocks, ticking--tock
this gentlemen's agenda is one of simple obsession
the passing of time, life's disintegration is a game
aware of nothing, in past life from dust to sand--this little man
nothing changes except the time
when we blame him, we rarely find the truth
a truth so old it has a name
of the old, we will lament until the day we all grow the same
the wise, the wiser despise, i reprise here
little man knocking knack--knock-knock &nb
crossed paths of realizationdirty, filthy, and insane. laughing, flirting, cut to chorus.crossed paths of realization
chain smoking to calm the nerves chain smoking to calm the hurt
this life is not a mystery these words are not a riddle
dirty, filthy, insane, laughing, flirting, refrain
another level they are told it feels better about itself as it crushes the living one's soul and convinces itself that it's work is for the greater good
inflicting wounds
swipe the skin to let it go inflicting wounds improve the blood flow
dirty, filthy, and insane. stup
life's binds, i-iv[[time]]life's binds, i-iv
We are all slaves to our clocks We wake for them, We work through them, and We do as they dictate.
MANDATED! Standardized! (victimized?)
I envisage a world with one less bind
I wish a world without clocks, calendars, birthdays and without new years.
Where the passage of time is voluntary; Where death and rebirth are nonobligatory; Where we wake from the dusk and we sleep to the dawn; Where we choose our own destinies--our own dawns and our own dusks
I wish a world without deadlines, curfews, appointments, and without rese
busy week, life's bind's completed
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