Underground_Network
February 20th, 2010, 10:25 AM
Time is an isolationist's enemy,
As they remain suspended in space,
Time ruins everything.
Time ruins everything.
Time ruins everything.
Because as they turn the clocks back,
Somewhere else the clocks will strike back,
Momentum carrying forward
Tidal waves of boulders, cold shoulders,
No more than we would have,
All that we have left, all that we have left,
Gone with the wind,
Our senses left bereft.
Because the clock strikes twelve
And we all go to Hell,
If only we knew where the Devil slept,
Maybe when we arrive, out he crept,
But I'm not quite sure anymore (I'm not quite sure anymore),
And so I close my eyes,
I count the seconds but they never stop
I can't take pressure like... This.
Because as they turn the clocks back,
Somewhere else the clocks will strike back,
Momentum carrying forward
Tidal waves of boulders, cold shoulders,
No more than we would have,
All that we have left, all that we have left,
Gone with the wind,
Our senses left bereft.
And all that we could have erupted
In a volcanic, tumult of society, this is society,
And I know this is society, but I'm losing out,
Oh I'm losing out, I'm not an iso-foul,
But now I'm losing out.
Because as they turn the clocks back,
Somewhere else the clocks will strike back,
Momentum carrying forward
Tidal waves of boulders, cold shoulders,
No more than we would have,
All that we have left, all that we have left,
Gone with the wind,
Our senses left bereft.
Because we try to build up our own towers,
But just as minutes pass to hours
That's when seven men deemed 'cowards'
Come from north of west of somewhere
That we've never been before,
And they have everything we don't,
And they have everything we don't...
Watch the tower crumbling down,
Watch the world without a sound
Start to mumble, rumble 'bout
Something that we've never had,
And I know that we'll become
What we never would become
Because the clocks strike back
When we turn them back
And it's all coming back
As a matter of fact
There's no fighting this,
There's no fighting this...
Cowardice...
There's no fighting this...
As they remain suspended in space,
Time ruins everything.
Time ruins everything.
Time ruins everything.
Because as they turn the clocks back,
Somewhere else the clocks will strike back,
Momentum carrying forward
Tidal waves of boulders, cold shoulders,
No more than we would have,
All that we have left, all that we have left,
Gone with the wind,
Our senses left bereft.
Because the clock strikes twelve
And we all go to Hell,
If only we knew where the Devil slept,
Maybe when we arrive, out he crept,
But I'm not quite sure anymore (I'm not quite sure anymore),
And so I close my eyes,
I count the seconds but they never stop
I can't take pressure like... This.
Because as they turn the clocks back,
Somewhere else the clocks will strike back,
Momentum carrying forward
Tidal waves of boulders, cold shoulders,
No more than we would have,
All that we have left, all that we have left,
Gone with the wind,
Our senses left bereft.
And all that we could have erupted
In a volcanic, tumult of society, this is society,
And I know this is society, but I'm losing out,
Oh I'm losing out, I'm not an iso-foul,
But now I'm losing out.
Because as they turn the clocks back,
Somewhere else the clocks will strike back,
Momentum carrying forward
Tidal waves of boulders, cold shoulders,
No more than we would have,
All that we have left, all that we have left,
Gone with the wind,
Our senses left bereft.
Because we try to build up our own towers,
But just as minutes pass to hours
That's when seven men deemed 'cowards'
Come from north of west of somewhere
That we've never been before,
And they have everything we don't,
And they have everything we don't...
Watch the tower crumbling down,
Watch the world without a sound
Start to mumble, rumble 'bout
Something that we've never had,
And I know that we'll become
What we never would become
Because the clocks strike back
When we turn them back
And it's all coming back
As a matter of fact
There's no fighting this,
There's no fighting this...
Cowardice...
There's no fighting this...