Time is on my side but I don’t know which side I’m on, you see ‘cause
I do not abide [bad word] that don’t agree with me, you see

But what if I’m [bad word] maker [bad word] breaker [bad word] maker, or some future deity?
Maybe I’m a world-creator, tool-breaker, sword-taker from all these dead bodies?

I guess I’m finding life is turning on a dime
I’d reach for the stars but it’s too high a climb
I’m a paradox abomination, a most ironic crime
‘cause I’m the god of clockwork and [bad word] out of time.

I was born on rock and raised on top of clocks and fire-sea
now here we are on this dead star on some new messed Oh-odyssey

But what if there is more to it, more to it, [bad word]  [bad word] it, we’re now nearly halfway there.
What if I got left behind, in my mind, back in time, and now I’m just hot air?

 [bad word] out of time, and [bad word] far away
and I would give a lifetime if I could live another day
and I’d be worth a thousand words if I’d something left to say
I guess the world is now my playground, but I don’t want to play

because [bad word] out of answers and [bad word] out of rhymes
and [bad word] out [bad word]  and different ways to die
so if you ever need me, I’ll be on the other side
because I’m the god of clockwork, and [bad word] out of time.

Red blood and red sleeves and flash floods and light thieves
Time scratch and disk hacks and timelines and white lies [x2]
(Sear my mind, seer mind – paint my heart black as dark
day and night, Knight and Page, Heir and Witch, Prince and Maid)
(And off and on and off again I hope this sick beat never ends)
then maybe I can get some sleep, though I can never again dream