[ Featuring Coffin Prick ]
Guided
As though by creation
The blood pumping to the heart
Bypasses the brain
The words become
More than a mirror
A minor abstraction
Of the endless parade
It's grave
We march
Through time
What say?
Who winds
The clock
That falls off of the wall
The meaning comes and goes
Birds who bite their toes
Tree-top flying foes
Eyes as hard as stone
These words I do not know
No idea when they'll unfold
My compass must be broke
The wrong end of an inside joke
It's grave
We march
Through time
What say?
Who winds
The clock
That falls off of the wall
There's too much information
To process in the brain
I'm not so simple
We rely on each other
In this house of blood
Denying the other
One last chance to come
We rely on each other
In this house of blood
Denying the other
One last chance to come
We rely on each other
In this house of blood
Denying the other
One last chance to come
We rely on each other
In this house of blood
Denying the other
One last chance to come
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