the end of time

we talk about time but does it exist or is it just a word that we can dismiss there's a clock on the wall and it just keeps tickin' tickin', tickin' i try not to listen but it dictates every little thing i do from when i'm waking up until my day is through and i'm always hearing that life doesn't last long and we better get it all in before we pass on some people say we came from an explosion that the door is closing we're only decomposing rotting like the body of a pharoah in a lost tomb is that the end or is flesh and blood a costume 'cause other folks say life lasts forever and that we're all lost sheep looking for a shepard thus it's a question of time of the infinite who's in control and where do i fit into it? is it all chance like the odds in vegas or should we be on our knees praying god will save us i'll take the rock of ages we struggle to define when time means nothing the end of time time means nothing the end of time time means nothing the end of time there's a clock on the wall and it won't stop tickin'' tickin', tickin', tickin', tickin'… there's a clock on the wall and it won't stop tickin'' tickin', tickin', tickin', tickin'… what if we were the only specie and we all evolved from the ocean and the deep seas was it part of the plan to put a heart in a man and the capabilities to build art with his hands are we drifting through space untied like a shoelace running a race with very few who place hitting hyper-drive hope we don't collide rolling like the stones time is on my side imagine a place with no clicks from a clock no where to jump off no cliffs and no rocks fill the toll of gravity a hole or a cavity let go and take control of your soul and your sanity it's easy to do count to twenty by twos no need to book a flight look left look right you can see the showers from the meteorites no televisions screens and no media hype i'll climb orion's belt and grab hold of his kilt and if my grip starts to slip i can yell for help or i can just let go who's with me let's go gotta close your eyes and follow the echo time means nothing the end of time time means nothing the end of time there's a clock on the wall and it won't stop tickin'' tickin', tickin', tickin', tickin'… there's a clock on the wall and it won't stop tickin'' tickin', tickin', tickin', tickin'… the end of time