Time bent out of shape
A swirl in the waters of Lethe
Time stretched impossibly thin

Webs beneath the laughter

Silence for the master


Time striking poses at life
A prancing and prideful accountant

Time dragging cold feet behind
Webs beneath the laughter


Breathe the sticky sweet
(It is the way, it is the way, the only way)
Never-ending rooms where nothing seems to move

Breathe the sticky sweet
(It is the way, it is the way, the only way)
Liquid clinging hours neatly stowed away

Just endless choking time tracing patterns in the dust

Time waiting only to pass at a glance

So hungry to find and devour us
Time smirks and gloats at our backs,
Eating all our hope away

Time, time, time
Time stretched unbearably thin
Webs and woe and laughter


Silence for the master