It’s creeping on us, it’s creeping on us, it’s on me
It’s creeping on you, it’s creeping on you, it’s here!
Is this the life that you lead?
Your greatest fear in the shape of
A wasp, a death, a virus, a silence
Twisting neurons, skinning gears
Is this the life you leave on?
And then it’s gone…
“If your call could not be completed as dialed - Good!”

‘Cause I’m going nowhere, and you are coming with me
If anyone asks, shoot me a call sometime
For evidence of the right side of your
Mind mind, take your time time
For we each have a truth, and I found mine
My brain falls prey to the center my heart defines

(Don’t place trust in a weary mind)
There’s no time, there’s no shelter
When you’re the one you’re hiding from
You’ll always be a step behind
Now there’s no pride, pride nor character
Praying to my youth that drowned in gaslights on high
So pack up your stuff, get on the bus
That’ll throw ‘em off, empathy is divine
I will hold congress with a legislative act
Involving the right side of my brain

Going nowhere, in one direction
If anyone laughs, shoot me a call sometime
For confidence in the right side of your
Mind mind, take your time time time
Avert your eyes, and then you look back
Energize the synapse for a counterattack

There’s something I’m missing
Something that’s keeping me from what I want to be
(I’ll stay home today)
When the watch’s face you recognize
Over the colour of your lover’s eyes
It’s time time, take your life life
Am I free tonight?
You can’t fix a noose with a bandage
My watch stops, my watch ticks
My watch stops

So welcome to the end of time
(Trust me, he says that every time…)
As with all of our clients
Here’s a performance review of your life - It says here…
Save your opinions for where children can reach them
I pronounce you, now and forever, out of the loop
(AHHHHHHHHH)
Relax, this isn’t the end!
Take a couple deep breaths in, and out again
With a crash, and a big, big bang
Nobody goes to school today
With a mind like that, decreeing its own truths?
(Why, he could rule them all)

“Now if I am dead, that kind of poses a problem
I’m a busy guy with places to go, you understand”
Our author’s hand has inked your end
Wander on, you lonely man

It’s circles, mislabeled, unable, disable

Words are merely offspring of our mutters given cages
Uttered without care, these simple weapons rendered nations to burn
Teach us lessons of a death that comes in stages
The horrors of a wordsmith trapped within the author’s pages
Words are merely offspring of our mutters given cages
The horrors of a wordsmith trapped within the author’s pages