A Starving Clock Comes Back for Seconds - Bruised But Not Broken

My son, My son

Come, let’s prepare you for greatness

Follow the ones that deplete lesser’s patients

Oh, My son, your streets are paved with gold

I’m standing right by your side

This invisible force can’t keep you in its clutches

Bound by denial, hatred, and love!

And those who proclaim have become the scapegoats

(We are the… We are the…)

We are the flood!

And this could be something more

And this could be what our eyes are searching for

And this could be a way out alive

Tell me can’t you see what is blind?

Now your voice fills with smoke

But this palace can’t be silenced by the ashes (By the ashes)

Don’t let the past and useless details define and choke your existence

Perverted sense of peace and grace;

relentless measure

And you will bury yourself inside relentless pleasure