Time is a pendulumâ¨
The hand swings forward, then back down low
Through the vacuum of faith
And the devil you knowâ¨
The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down lowâ¨
The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low
Forgiveness from above
Or the torment down belowâ¨
The choice was never mineâ¨
The devil is called timeâ¨
The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low
Dregs of lifetimes on the floorâ¨
Flecks of red and green andâ¦
On the ground theyâll lay
And the colors fade
Coiled and spun like serpents
On the killing floor they writheâ¨
Stare at me with their judgment
While the night herons fly
Time is a tentacle
The hooks sink in and drag us down low
Through the vacuum of faithâ¨
And the devil you know
The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low
The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low