Void Droid Clockface
In your hands you hold a big bag of seconds
Two, four and five and ten, all you reckon
One is more and one is less, oh disaster
Tick-tocks, you heard 'em wrong, slower, faster
We are bound to follow
Although we don't know the flow
We are afraid to play Orion
We have teachers in stress
And still try to outguess
Recurring sting comes from a scorpion
Once upon a time, I thought that time was like a mine that I could I mine
Whenever I felt like it
Time awakening!
We try to trick and deceive
Fail to get what we need
We marry our event horizons
We carry clocks on our backs
And our hands are...
Our hands are in their hands
I have a premonition oh my, oh my, my, my
That I will have to be a traveller in my calendar
It messes up my rythm, I can't align
Dancing the right moves on my clockface like a paper chase
Accelerate...
Whether I fight, whether I fly
If I let go, I will also hide
Whatever has happened has passed me by
There is no time, no second time