Tricephalous

Timeline’s throne threats you through the mirror
Trail of mistakes, poison of the future
Face the doors, fear the choice, losing Now
Our memories, broken pictures, labyrinths

Night, Day, it’s cyclic

The tide comes, the clock builds a prison
Kill your sense, drag your mind far so away

Night, Day, it’s cyclic

Ten thousand dead thoughts pull on me
Then bury me alive
When we should be trying
It’s just when we’re a yawn

One fist is an open eye
the other one is a biting jaw

Ride the waves of time
Ride the waves of time

Tonight, Today, it’s cyclic

Ten thousand dead thoughts pull on me
Then bury me alive
When we should be trying
It’s just when we’re a yawn

There’s no return
There’s just one life
Take just your life

Ten thousand dead thoughts pull on me
Then bury me alive
When we should be trying
It’s just when we’re a yawn