Tipping Time

You are no Buddha and your hands are unseen Lift me up to a place high above High above, high above Drifting all alone Looking down, feel the sound Lifting you off the ground Running lines, head of lies You're tripping time, tripping time Hold on to sorrow, you escape to a dream Cover up twisted face From shattered love, shattered love Drifting all alone Sleeping still, feeling ill No hope to ever be healed Running lines, head of lies You're tripping time, tripping time Stuck on past morals and your truth, out of reach Give it up, out of pace A ruthless thug, ruthless thug Drifting all alone Ringing bell, evil spell Prisoner of your own hell Running lines, head of lies You're tripping time, tripping time (It's a crime) You're tripping time (It's a crime) You're tripping time (It's a crime) You're tripping time (So below) As above (So below) As above (So below) As above