[Instrumental] [Chorus] Things here appear so unappealing There's something strange about this dimension They are tearing this world into pieces As so many just watch the hands by the seconds [Viking Choir Chant] Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock [Intro] [steel-string acoustic guitar enters with percussive string slaps on beats 2 and 4] [Main Theme] [syncopated fingerstyle pattern with alternating bass notes] [hammer-ons and pull-offs on the higher strings] [Outro] [final percussive slap and sustained G major chord] [Verse] [Intense Emotion Vocals] Through the thick and thin the lives we've lived We've done things we hope you forgive With scarred wrists and nightmarish dreams Please send a direction we can see As we bleed in the night with the cool of the breeze Holdin' on with all our might These runs have not been fun The waves crash hard as the opening in the sky Sends the judgements in the wind far as time can fly Hold Tight!! We ride this wild steed into the night [Chorus] Things here appear so unappealing There's something strange about this dimension They are tearing this world into pieces As so many just watch the hands by the seconds (Tick-Tock) (Tick-Tock) (Tick-Tock) [Verse] [Intense Emotion Vocals] Only so much time in a day to sit and watch everything you made Just fade with the mist as it all gets taken away (With Time) The crushing weight of the invisible prison we can't see I understand some of the writings but please All the confusion and the deceptive things that make the naive (As They) Open the doors for all the demons creeping in the trees Through the shadows of the places in between As the line begins to break The ground shakes and so many run So all Warriors stand strong ready to take on All of the battles to come [Chorus] Things here appear so unappealing There's something strange about this dimension They are tearing this world into pieces As so many just watch the hands by the seconds (Tick-Tock) (Tick-Tock) (Tick-Tock) [Verse] Oh I know there's only so much time On this rolling bolt of lightning I ride All the way to the end of the line There's not many other choices to decide (From) All the folds within this dimension where you can feel the constant stride of time (Tick-Tock) (Tick-Tock) (Tick-Tock) [Chorus] Things here appear so unappealing There's something strange about this dimension They are tearing this world into pieces As so many just watch the hands by the seconds (Tick-Tock) (Tick-Tock) (Tick-Tock) [Bagpipe outro]
