I was walking through a courtyard
Without shoes and
Without regard
Automatic catacombs
Take me where I wanna go
All around
All in faces
It astounds
And amazes
Built to last and known to roam
Touch me, I'm a chromosome
Whoa time
Fascinated by the face of time
Whoa time
I got it to give and now we're going to make some time
Ultra-fine and altruistic
Can I spy into the mystic
System's down for infiltration
Open mind, free of frustration
I was driving
To a safe place
And arriving
As I retraced
Yell into a telescope
Aim it at the star of hope
All over the yonder
The smell of blood and thunder
I'm connected by the lightning rod
Giving the beauty to it
Heaven knows how well I know you
Time
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