Broken Clock

Broken clocks are right like twice a day so who cares what I say
Time is of the essence better find a different phrase to say
You have to save to single seconds or you'll start to fade away
End up like a spirit in the street who has no place to stay

How can I be patient when there's so much on my mind
If I don't do everything I wanna do I'd rather die
Because when I look around I realize that years have passed me by
So I try to do the best I can to stay alive
My memory's a blur I wish that I could recall anything
Total blackout in my head the void has become everything
If time could heal all of my wounds
It's something I'll start worshipping
But I'm dead inside I don't belong with all the living things
I'd rather live amongst the lepers cast out from society
The drugs will rot my brain and they'll just fill me with anxiety
Born again without my sins to teach me on sobriety
Only with a clear mind I can tell when someone lies to me

Broken clocks are right like twice a day so who cares what I say
Time is of the essence better find a different phrase to say
You have to save to single seconds or you'll start to fade away
End up like a spirit in the street who has no place to stay
Let me be your man of war I'll take on every single battle
The tree has bore some rotten fruit I'm poisoned by the apple

Time is slipping by and that sheer thought will make
Anyone rattled
Can't afford to take a breath and try to pray inside the chapel
Hours turn to days and days begin to turn to years
Suddenly I'm lost in space inside a rocket with no gears
So much time that I spent crying finally I'm out of tears
Just a wilting plant who's turn it is to go and face the shears
Maybe I just need some water that'll bring me back to life
I'm so used to drowning every wave can feel just like a knife
Gutting me like I'm a fish that no one really likes
But they put up with my taste in hopes of reaching
Their new heights
Nostalgia is a drug and it's one that I tend to overdose
Melancholy will consume me so I let it go engross
Everything I love and have it makes me act very morose
It's become a core of my persona that I write in notes
The future's just as scary so I try to stay within the present
It's a gift that I can't give away so imma make it pleasant
Staring at the moon astonished how it forms a crescent
Finding peace under the night sky the stars look so pearlescent
The sun can blind me with its shine feeling sick from fluorescence
I'm afraid of time and that's something that lies within my essence

Broken clocks are right like twice a day so who cares what I say
Time is of the essence better find a different phrase to say
You have to save to single seconds or you'll start to fade away
End up like a spirit in the street who has no place to stay
Let me be your man of war I'll take on every single battle
The tree has bore some rotten fruit I'm poisoned by the apple
Broken clocks are right like twice a day so who cares what I say
Time is of the essence better find a different phrase to say
You have to save to single seconds or you'll start to fade away
End up like a spirit in the street who has no place to stay
Let me be your man of war I'll take on every single battle
The tree has bore some rotten fruit I'm poisoned by the apple