The Hands of Time - ATMOSPHERE

The hands of time

Are slowing down this old heart of mine

The hands of time

Are slowing down this old heart of mine

I used to be assertive

But now I’m just exhausted

I used to wanna burn shit

But now it all feels force-fed

Yeah, I’ve got a fuckin' headache

I’ve had enough of all the heartache

I wanna get away, sing about the better days

It’s all shade when you’re fallin' through that dark space

I didn’t know my story’d ever get told

I thought that I would disappear into a cold black hole

No oxygen, no control over the pressure

And no mess left after I implode

And I suppose all the confidence grows

When the shovel breaks ground and success starts to show, yeah

It’s no way it won’t affect the ego

So keep the injury clean and protect your emo

I’m tryna find a buried treasure

I don’t got the time to carry any extra

Don’t ever register the efforts of a heckler

Unless you can exploit it for your own agenda, right?

Jumped off of the top rope

And I landed at Bob Hope

Hopped in the cargo and drove to the racetrack

The player had a trailer in the back just to take a nap

I came to rap and break free from the cage

Don’t ever misinterpret nothin' 'bout what keeps me engaged

I’m tryna act my age, I’m tryna lose some weight

I’m tryna face what I’m afraid of just to prove that it’s fake

Then I’m out, but hold up, before we head to the exits

Let’s get these bread sticks and dead this death wish

And even if we lose everything we’ve collected

They could never remove all of the lives we’ve connected (Ooh-ooh)

The hands of time

Are slowing down this old heart of mine (Ooh-ooh)

The hands of time

Are slowing down this old heart of mine (Ooh-ooh)