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I’ve started work on On a punk rock opera
[Intro]
[Verse]
The pendulum carves a hollow line across the floor
Counting every breath I wasted at the altar of more
Sand is slipping through a fist I cannot seem to close
Where the garden used to bloom now only wire grows
I watched the seasons fade into a blur of grey and white
Losing every battle in the middle of the night
[Verse]
Wisdom is a bitter pill that dissolves upon the tongue
A heavy debt collected for the songs I never sung
I built a house of mirrors just to see a different face
But every shadow follows at a frantic killing pace
The mirror cracks beneath the weight of years I can’t reclaim
Leaving nothing but the charcoal and a flicker of a name
[Chorus]
The clock is a thief with a jagged golden blade
Tearing through the promises and every plan I made
My blood is turning into fire boiling in my veins
I am screaming at the sky to break these rusting chains
The fury is a hammer pounding on a broken gate
It’s much too late for mercy and it’s much too early to wait
[Chorus] hub
The clock is a thief with a jagged golden blade
Tearing through the promises and every plan I made
My blood is turning into fire boiling in my veins
I am screaming at the sky to break these rusting chains
The fury is a hammer pounding on a broken gate
It’s much too late for mercy and it’s much too early to wait
[Bridge]
They tell me patience is a virtue while the rafters start to burn
But I have run out of the lessons that I was forced to learn
Toss the ashes to the wind and let the lightning take the rest
There is a riot waking up inside this hollow chest
No more silent observation no more bowing to the dust
I will sharpen every feeling till it cuts through all the rust
[Verse]
I see the finish line approaching like a tidal wave of ink
Giving me a final second just to stand and try to think
But the thought is gone as quickly as a matchstick in a gale
Leaving me to wander down this old and crooked trail
I am grabbing at the sunlight just to feel the sting of heat
Walking on the jagged stones with blisters on my feet
[Chorus]
The clock is a thief with a jagged golden blade
Tearing through the promises and every plan I made
My blood is turning into fire boiling in my veins
I am screaming at the sky to break these rusting chains
The fury is a hammer pounding on a broken gate
It’s much too late for mercy and it’s much too early to wait
[Chorus]
The clock is a thief with a jagged golden blade
Tearing through the promises and every plan I made
My blood is turning into fire boiling in my veins
I am screaming at the sky to break these rusting chains
The fury is a hammer pounding on a broken gate
It’s much too late for mercy and it’s much too early to wait
[Outro]
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I’ve started work on On a punk rock opera
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