Apocalyptical Clock

Watching pinwheels spinning round as an avalanche crashes down
Perhaps the past invades abounds
The ambitious holy ghost is vagabonding down the coast and intimidating most

Bizarre nonsense moonshot code talk over these vast oceans on top
Of this rock we are floating on
While the time it ticks on the clock you begin to fall apart as you descend into the dark

Notwithstanding the photographs of an accident cut in half
I'd say the future defeats the past
Uncertainty lives discrete, absolute, and incomplete
Anticipation on repeat

Ten thousand thoughts distraught with this plot scramble what is and what is not
Into purpose or maybe not
As the time it ticks on the clock sometimes the world decides to stop
Enter apocalyptical thought
Bizarre nonsense moonshot code talk beneath these glass oceans on top
Of this rock we are floating on
While the time it ticks on the clock you open up your heart
And learn to let go of all that's gone

In the throes, in the throes, in the throes
Highs and lows
Lone wolf woes in the throes
In the throes, in the throes, in the throes, in the throes
No one knows where this goes