Of The Pillar - The Persistence Of Memory

And so good morning baby New Year

Its father time and

I’m ticking away

As the clock strikes twelve

And the room starts to spin

You look so lovely

Comatose 

As the liquid fire

Burns your throat

A singe 

And I’m sucked into

that portal once again.



And now I’m on my way

Gloves off and the battle is done

And now I’m on my way

Sleep now my lover, lover

I’m on my way



So what's your excuse for playing god?



Good morning baby New Year

Its father time

I’m slowly keeping age under my skin

And when the glass begins to empty grains

I’ll remember all the time's ill sing

Over these black and whites

My fingers fight

The epic battle of a melody.

But the truth is I’m scared of me.



And I see things

That no one would ever glimpse

As your eyes roll back

And the real party begins

And I feel things

That I’m not supposed to feel

As I reassure myself

That I’m nothing but a jewel upon your crown










		
			



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