Time cracks into a dozen of pieces
one hour at a time
we must dissect the things we don't
understand or want
twice the shards hit my face
twice the charm
of a broken clock, timeless
not like our lives
feelings we don't understand
the world we take for granted
cold touches from afar
before the new dawn fades
Will you ever wake up?
Will you ever have faith?
Anarchid dreams into oblivion
we dream the same
Beginning is the mother of ends
or so we believe
Home, a word I knew too late
too late to see
that our grand traumas were just harbours
by the sea
Will you ever wake up?
Will you ever have faith?
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