Apocalyptical Clock

Watching pinwheels spinning round as an avalanche crashes down Perhaps the past invades abounds The ambitious holy ghost is vagabonding down the coast and intimidating most Bizarre nonsense moonshot code talk over these vast oceans on top Of this rock we are floating on While the time it ticks on the clock you begin to fall apart as you descend into the dark Notwithstanding the photographs of an accident cut in half I'd say the future defeats the past Uncertainty lives discrete, absolute, and incomplete Anticipation on repeat Ten thousand thoughts distraught with this plot scramble what is and what is not Into purpose or maybe not As the time it ticks on the clock sometimes the world decides to stop Enter apocalyptical thought Bizarre nonsense moonshot code talk beneath these glass oceans on top Of this rock we are floating on While the time it ticks on the clock you open up your heart And learn to let go of all that's gone In the throes, in the throes, in the throes Highs and lows Lone wolf woes in the throes In the throes, in the throes, in the throes, in the throes No one knows where this goes