Unravel the threads of fate,
Watching the clocks melt in your mind,
Filling the void we’ve left behind.

We’ll mark the earth like embers on wood,
Scorching the rings, year by year,
Only to have new rings bury us.

Listen as our brains collide, echoing with a sharp dissonance,
Shattering the one way mirrors to our egos,
Allowing three minds to run disparate.

They’ve told you evil flows through your veins,
But know you’re the priest God never payed.
They’ve paid you in a currency,
That you don’t know how to convert.

Forget the past and turn the clocks—
Watch the planets align in the palm of your hand
As somewhere a star dies in reverse.

Listen as the clock falls from the wall,
Tick, tock. Tick. Crash.
Smoke begins to pour from it in plumes
From the broken shards of time.
Memories obscuring fact as a fire consumes the calendars.

In front of you the smoke rises,
Condensing not into clouds,
But a new Galaxy,
Far, far away.