Shatter the Clock - Kylesa

Every minute gets shorter

Everyday goes by faster

Shatter the clock

Time still moves

The mirror tells no lies

Anyway, it’s everywhere

What goes up this time stays

Rolling eyes in the back of my head

See something paranoia gives

The hourglass will not be turned

It’s not enough but too much

Time may heal, but it also takes molds

Fresh might as well be stale

These are no longer childish promises

Nor the hope of escaping old age or death

I am not a prisoner of my own reason