Formaldehyde

Time bent out of shape

A swirl in the waters of Lethe

Time stretched impossibly thin

Webs beneath the laughter

Silence for the master

Time striking poses at life

A prancing and prideful accountant

Time dragging cold feet behind

Webs beneath the laughter

Breathe the sticky sweet

(It is the way, it is the way, the only way)

Never-ending rooms where nothing seems to move

Breathe the sticky sweet

(It is the way, it is the way, the only way)

Liquid clinging hours neatly stowed away

Just endless choking time tracing patterns in the dust

Time waiting only to pass at a glance

So hungry to find and devour us

Time smirks and gloats at our backs,

eating all our hope away

Time, time, time

Time stretched unbearably thin

Webs and woe and laughter

Silence for the master