The Hands of Time

The hands of time
 Are slowing down this old heart of mine
 The hands of time
 Are slowing down this old heart of mine
 I used to be assertive
 But now I'm just exhausted
 I used to wanna burn shit
 But now it all feels force-fed
 Yeah, I've got a fuckin' headache
 I've had enough of all the heartache
 I wanna get away, sing about the better days
 It's all shade when you're fallin' through that dark space
 I didn't know my story'd ever get told
 I thought that I would disappear into a cold black hole
 No oxygen, no control over the pressure
 And no mess left after I implode
 And I suppose all the confidence grows
 When the shovel breaks ground and success starts to show, yeah
 It's no way it won't affect the ego
 So keep the injury clean and protect your emo
 I'm tryna find a buried treasure
 I don't got the time to carry any extra
 Don't ever register the efforts of a heckler
 Unless you can exploit it for your own agenda, right?
 Jumped off of the top rope
 And I landed at Bob Hope
 Hopped in the cargo and drove to the racetrack
 The player had a trailer in the back just to take a nap
 I came to rap and break free from the cage
 Don't ever misinterpret nothin' 'bout what keeps me engaged
 I'm tryna act my age, I'm tryna lose some weight
 I'm tryna face what I'm afraid of just to prove that it's fake
 Then I'm out, but hold up, before we head to the exits
 Let's get these bread sticks and dead this death wish
 And even if we lose everything we've collected
 They could never remove all of the lives we've connected (Ooh-ooh)
 The hands of time
 Are slowing down this old heart of mine
 The hands of time
 Are slowing down this old heart of mine