Old man time, wisdom and rhyme
Seeker of reason, reaper of time
Born to a spell, he walks the beaten path to hell
Rusty shackles of time burden his mind
Once on his side, time turns to defy
In a flash of the lightning, he's come and gone
The clock strikes the hour, he climbs to the belfry
As he's done a thousand hours before
Many dark years, not a vacant hour
Through war and fear had the bell been ever strayed
Hypnotized rhythmic pendulum synchronized
With the beat of the old man's heart
Man or machine, he's living a dream
Forever the clock lives, so does he
Faces below, fade with seasons of long ago
Forever awake in his brass bed, he holds the key
It's all a matter of time
There is no reason or rhyme, is there?
Traveler in time, another left behind
You are
You're tangled in the web of time
You've swallowed the pill of illusion
The writings' so clear on the wall
You waste in seclusion
Mirror reflects the mark of the crowfoot
In his eyes, now he realize
Nearing his hour, he climbs to the belfry
As he's done a thousand hours before
Moon of blue is in the sky
West wind, he whispers why
Sacrifice living for life, his perpetual vice
A lonely wind blows through his empty soul
He cries a river of tears on the clock below
Nothing's forever and time will tell
His tears rust the clock and he died as well
It's all a matter of time
There is no reason or rhyme, is there?
Traveler in time, another left behind
You are

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