LYRICS
I sit beneath the shadow of a dying star. Wondering how we traveled so very far. To end up right back where we began. A momentary footprint in the cosmic sand.
The calendar on the wall is shedding its leaves. While the galaxy expands and slowly breathes.
The clock on the mantle is a liar, you see It measures the cage, but it cannot measure me. The gears are grinding slow... so slow...
The clock on the mantle is a liar, you see It measures the cage, but it cannot measure me. The gears are grinding slow... so slow...
Oh, gravity is a jealous lover, holding us down. Kings and beggars in the same sinking town. We are driftwood caught in the tidal bore of time. Waiting for a reason, searching for a rhyme. In the vast indifference of the endless black. We push forward, but we are always looking back.
My memories are ghosts in a machine built of meat. Walking down a forgotten, rain-slicked street. The future is a fog that I cannot blow away Tomorrow is just the echo of yesterday. We build our monuments of stone and steel. Trying to prove that what we felt was real.
Space... the final coffin. Time... the dirt they throw on top. It never speeds up. It never seems to stop.
Drifting... Sinking... Into the event horizon... Where the light bends... And the music ends...
