Broken clocks keep time from moving on, it’s been making fools of us for far too long. As sands fall around me, I flea from insanity, I’m begging for help, somebody pull me free. I’ve spent too many days with my eyes to the sky, searching for the [bad word] in the darkest of lies. I’m traveling through the voids. I’m isolated and overdosed, forever vacant [bad word]  I’m everything that I’m not. Isolated and overdosed, forever vacant and this all shows that I’ve [bad word] everything that I loathe. Broken clocks keep time from moving on, it’s been making a fools of us for far too long. The mirrors are cracked, there’s no way to look back as these thoughts are just weighing me down. And I can’t help but drown in the sound and the talk of what was and what isn’t and how I should do nothing but live for the present All is easier said than done. I’ve spent too many days with my eyes to the sky. Still retracing the path of the steps I never made, memories and reality are held together by hopes decayed. I don’t know where I am but I know where I’ve been and I’ve learnt the difference between [bad word] love and “mortal sin”. These streets aren’t paved with good intentions and time is making fools of us, I’m ready for my ascension.