The Clock of Chances and Pain
Even time has its own clock, and it's running out
You’d think that time’s wings are broken,
But they’re beating now
Faster.
Louder.
Than ever before.
They ain't gonna wait,
and then you're gonna cry.
Cause once the chance is gone, it's gone.
So it’s time to sever
Heart from
Brain
And let those two
Beat away from their pains.
Because then,
More chances are opened
And only then, will
Time’s wings be broken
Again