Part 1--As a Waning Man Remembers the Glory Days of His YouthMature

I’ve gotten used to the rhythm of my heart now

After everything I danced to, I still found I drown it out

Down in the sprinkler system, for the garden that I forced to die out

 

It used to be that blue-bloods, reigned over the country

But my blood’s not quite blue, and well, it ain’t a shade of red

And red’s the color of the scars, that bed a man with his twisted heart

 

Maybe it’ s till he’ s dead, and wisdom tells me that it’s bad

But I still stand here colorless, wondering how it was that they did it.

I used to think that I wanted to be an hourglass, but that’s just silly, ain’t it?

I said I used to think that I longed to see the midnight, but look isn’t midday great?

 

Sometimes I wanna turn the clock hands

Back to the time where everything began

Began and ended.

In a single fleeting second.

 

Sometimes I wanna turn the clock hands

Back to the time where everything began

Began and ended

In a single fleeting second.

 

Sometimes I wanna go back to the war, sometimes I wanna go to when the bad men reigned

I died a little each and every single day

I die a little each and every single day

I die a little no matter what I do, daily, anyway

But I’ve quit tasting blood, I say

So I’ll keep dying another day

Pray to god, that my current disease abates

When I get the next thing

 

Sometimes I wanna turn the clock to when I was born

When I was still learning about the sounds besides my own

And my heart was still my war drum

Drowning out the ocean

And drowning out the sprinkler systems

That right now live up next to my ear

Drowning everything out but my fear

 

Sometimes I wanna turn back to the time of the gods

And dance there always playing, acting like I was one of them

Throw myself into the tale

Of the dying of the universe

I didn’t quite get entropy back then

Oh, I hadn’t taken physics yet

I thought maybe if it died

Then I might live.

 

But here I’m living it up.

The cosmos tells me I’m living it up

Or did it win?

Against my own

Against original sin

Or did it win?

 

Sometimes I wanna turn back the clock hands

Back to the time when everything began

Sometimes I wanna turn back the clock hands

Back to the time when everything just ended

Sometimes I wanna turn back the clock hands

Back to the time when everything began!

 

Maybe I’ll shatter this lying skin of glass

Maybe I’ll crush into the sand, everything I have!

Maybe it’s all just a lodestone on my back!

Maybe the gods were motherfucking hacks!

Maybe today I’ll come back on the attack!

On the attack!

On the

A-

Ttack!

 

 

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