The End Of Time

We talk about time, Does it exist?

Or is it just a word that I can dismiss?

There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...)

I try not to listen

But it dictates everything little thing I do

From when I'm waking up

Until my day is through

And I'm always hearing that life doesn't last long

And that we better be get it all in before pass on

Some people say that we came from an explosion

That the door is closing we're only decomposing

Rotting like the body of a barrel in a lost tomb

Is that the end? Or is flesh and blood a costume?

Cause other folks say life lasts forever

That we're all lost sheep looking for the shepherd

Thus (??) the question (???)

Who's in control? And where do I fit into it?

Is it all chance like the odds in Vegas?

Or should we be on our knees praying God will save us?

I take the rock of ages

We struggle to define when...

Time means nothing

Time means nothing

The end of time

Time means nothing

The end of time

There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...)

There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...)

What if

We were the only specie

And we all evolved from the ocean and the deep sea?

Was it part of the plan to put a heart in a man?

And the capability to build a heart with his hands?

Are we drifting through space?

Untied like the shoelace?

Running a race with very few who place

Hittin the hyperdrive hope we don't collide

Going like a stone

Time is on my side

Imagine a place with no clicks from a clock

Nowhere to jump off

No cliffs and no rocks

Feel the tour of gravity

A hole or a cavity

Now go and take control of you soul and your sanity

It's easy to do

Count to twenty by twos

No need to book a flight look left look right

You can see the showers from the meteorites

No television screens and no media hype

I'll climb Orion's belt and grab hold of his kilt

And if my grip starts to slip I can yell for help

Or I can just let go

Who's with me? Let's go

You gotta close your eyes and follow the echo

Time means nothing

The end of time

Time means nothing

The end of time

There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...)

There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...)

End of time