Chronos Drip (Cover)

Tick. Tock. Wait, the clock stopped. Or maybe I stopped? Trippy Trek. Let’s melt the hours. I’m staring at the second hand, it’s hanging in suspension A chrono-logical error in the fourth dimension I’m paying close attention but the tension starts to ripple My reality is triple, popping pimples on the temple Of the time god, yeah I’m odd, swimming in the syrup Put the stirrup on the saddle, psychonautic battle While the cattle distract, I react to the fractal Seconds feel like centuries, I’m reading through the entries Of a diary written by a version of myself that died Suicide of the moment, yeah the component is fried I’m terrified but petrified, electrified inside the slide Slipping through the hourglass, crushing up the stained glass Watching all the pain pass, sitting in the same class Learning lessons from the universe, a curse and a blessing Stop the guessing, I’m confessing, effervescing in the dressing Room of life, cut the tension with a knife. Time is dripping down the wall like melting wax There’s no turning back, falling through the cracks Is it Tuesday? Is it Doomsday? I don’t really know Just watch the Chronos drip, watch the tempo slow. Watch the tempo slow. Now I’m loop-trapped, boot-strapped, running back the same track Brain stack overflow, where did all the pain go? It’s nonlinear, I’m looking in the mirror seeing clearer But the image is distinct, instincts on the brink Of extinction, distinct from the syncopated rhythm I’m a prisoner within ‘em, venom in the denim Got the genes of a goddess, modest but I’m honest I promised that I’d break the loop, scoop up all the stardust It’s hard just to focus when the hocus pocus hits And the locus of control is blown to bits I’m throwing fits in the void, paranoid android Whatever you enjoyed is null and void, destroyed By the magnitude of infinite latitude I got an attitude adjusting my altitude Climbing up the ladder of the matter till I scatter. One minute. Two minutes. Infinity. Divinity. I’m living in the vicinity of the holy trinity. Past. Present. Future. Stitch it up. Suture. I’m walking through the moments that haven't happened yet Placing every bet on a Russian Roulette With a silhouette of destiny, don’t mess with me, the recipe Is cooked up, hooked up, look up, bless the fee I paid the toll to the troll on the bridge of existence Resistance is futile, brutal with the distance I traveled in a millisecond, reckon that I’m beckoned By the spirits in the lyrics, yeah the fear is just a second Thought, bought and sold, breaking out the mold Stories getting old, truth is getting bold I’m cold like the space between the stars, spitting bars While I’m analyzing avatars on Mars It’s bizarre, playing guitar on the event horizon Sun is rising in the west, put the logic to the test. Drip. Drip. Time is a puddle. Step over it. Trippy Trek. Forever. And ever.