Timepiece
My own hand was the instrument destruction was imminent the pain of sorrow
Was too much to bear I walked away and you never said a word punishment
Enough I hang my hand I cannot look you in the eye coming chaos engulfs me
There was no warning it is never too late to start a new breaking the crutch
Of the passive nature I will seize salvation that has eluded my grasp had I
Only listened I was in earshot whispering shouting your ancient wisdom my
Mind changes with every breath I cannot deny this burning sensation that
Comes with understanding do now pass me by that was never your way.
Writer/s: Blood Has Been Shed
