[Intro] [syncopated acoustic piano chords] [Verse 1] [rhythmic spoken-word vocals] Why has time changed? Why does the cinematic length sometimes take the strength to endure or flyby so rythmatically perfectly? We begin to realize all the lies the talks, the lies of the ticking clocks that can never rearrange. I feel like it's strange, a changing energy with excited clicking of the ticking clock, and the wherewithin to test the whereabout. Those who never make notice of the rearrange are the perjury clergies of repressed, messed up shy, ignorance pests at best. Do you dismay the feels to not stray from the long-taught safe educational bay of lineage nets starting to fray, slowly slowly withering away. Oh good your here, clock in come with me with an ear or two, let’s disappear. These words are old yet gold if told to the right kind of… well you! these words are the tell. When the proponent moment is when you're living when the moment is proponent. That is when the benevolent, irrelevant clock strikes thirteen. It's mean to think that's a fact, But. that's a fact. Time is whack.. Time is here, time is far, time is friends hands in your car. Your car goes far, the time is near, breathless intake grabs the wheel. That’s when time becomes surreal, you stop to take the wheel And it all becomes to real. [Chorus] [piano continues, drums and bass enter] That society is packed to seal and conceal this incredible anomaly too unreal that the feels could very well be too real of what comes next. At best they might get a glimpse of that scarlet test that questions and threatens emotional lessons that sent that harlot destined for hell for being bent. Well, the reason why it's hell is because to teach and beseech the actual knowledge taught in college who would undermine the fine line of trying to be first in line. So when professors and intelligent predecessors of educational masterminds are still defining but not undermining the knowledge of how time can be lost and found as the unknown found singular shoe when there should be two, when there should be two. Two lost shoes make one lost you, and two lost and confused becomes the cost of a lost shoe. No sence in the fact that you would only steal one shoe. You tense, then breathe and tense upheave, you walk it off, a quick relief, but now you know there is only one [Post-Chorus] [piano melody, sustained bass note] When there should be two. [vocalizing] (Ooh) [Verse 2] [drums drop out, piano chords] Now makes the common knowledge profoundly weak and shaky, shitty, safe, embarrassingly, stereotypically bleak. Who's to question, to say that when time flies it goes by differently like the shy guy playing chess with a confident master to impress? Thats check! This show, the incredible, egregious quantum leap to steal the gambit and show . Be fast or slow, do process based on the strategist's level of prestigiousness will prevail. Checkmate! In the end it's over, but the question is usually far too immense. That's why I'm asking this intense, somewhat illogical, probable pretense to make some sense of how fast or slow or if we really know the hate of the grandfather clock and his bird that show the near-far truth of humanity and its fate. That is checkmate! We all know the knowledge not from college, not from the knowledge of a collage that has been painted by people who question or protest in the rest of their legacies' quest to be the best. I am prying the next person to hear me to question, lash out that you too are trying to find time can be the benevolent reason or season ticket to not feeling like your time is wasted on the picket line or tricked by a falsification of a nation that thinks a lifeline of time goes beyond the clock's position for the workers seen station by station, suffering in the nine to five.
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