Underground_Network
November 21st, 2009, 08:06 AM
Time is the rhythm of the drum
Gently played till the drummer feels numb
Can't stop, can't go, can't anything oh.
Time is a number in play
Then erased, remade
Everybody hasn't said what they meant.
Time is a number in play
Then erased, remade
Everybody hasn't said what they meant.
Even after seconds gone by
I can still hear the cries
Of innocent lives
Exhausting their pride
To the beat of the drum.
Time is a game that we play
Till all's said and done
And we want our money.
Time is a place, here and now
Then and there, no one knows
No one cares.
Time is a gun at the head
Of America, no one dies
'Cos everyone stands tall.
Time is the rhythm of the drum
Keep playing till your numb,
'Cos time is the rhythm of the drum,
Follow the beat till you crumb-le.
Don't stop till the time is all gone
Which is now, which is then, which is
Never in the end.
Time is here, time is now
Time is then, time is there,
Time's a drum in the heart
Of the darkest of the dark.
And in time we will see
That time's reality
Where we go
Where we've been
Where we never want to be.
Time will see, as will we
That the darkness isn't real
And that forests are like cities
Except that monkeys hang from trees.
And we'll see, and we'll see
And we'll see, and we'll see
Time is the rhythm of the drum
(Please believe).
Gently played till the drummer feels numb
Can't stop, can't go, can't anything oh.
Time is a number in play
Then erased, remade
Everybody hasn't said what they meant.
Time is a number in play
Then erased, remade
Everybody hasn't said what they meant.
Even after seconds gone by
I can still hear the cries
Of innocent lives
Exhausting their pride
To the beat of the drum.
Time is a game that we play
Till all's said and done
And we want our money.
Time is a place, here and now
Then and there, no one knows
No one cares.
Time is a gun at the head
Of America, no one dies
'Cos everyone stands tall.
Time is the rhythm of the drum
Keep playing till your numb,
'Cos time is the rhythm of the drum,
Follow the beat till you crumb-le.
Don't stop till the time is all gone
Which is now, which is then, which is
Never in the end.
Time is here, time is now
Time is then, time is there,
Time's a drum in the heart
Of the darkest of the dark.
And in time we will see
That time's reality
Where we go
Where we've been
Where we never want to be.
Time will see, as will we
That the darkness isn't real
And that forests are like cities
Except that monkeys hang from trees.
And we'll see, and we'll see
And we'll see, and we'll see
Time is the rhythm of the drum
(Please believe).