Time can push you down
can bind your wrists and
make you slave
to a fallen day and in the mind
pushed by the time
Your head will fold in on itself
implode a neural
supernova blinding eyes
Can you read between the lines,
see thoughts hypnotize and mesmerize
the crowd with magic tricks
The slight of hand it makes me sick
is to late to read whats in your eyes
is to late to realize
you've dealt your hand
now its fate the road that you hate
the one you've got to take
tell you when your older
tell you when your older
thoughts that bleed and stab her
mr cloak and dagger
tell you when your older
tell you when your older
Time can bring it out
or push it way back in your mind
when youll never find and by and by
You rewrite the way things used to be
or how they seem like fairy tales in hidden dreams
Can you read between the lines,
see thoughts hypnotize and mesmerize
the crowd with magic tricks
the slight of hand it makes me sick
is to late to read whats in your eyes
is to late to realize
you've dealt your hand
now its fate the road that you hate
the one you've got to take
tell you when your older
tell you when your older
thoughts that bleed and stab her
mr cloak and dagger
tell you when your older
tell you when your older
tell you when your older
tell you when your older
thoughts that bleed and stab her
mr cloak and dagger
tell you when your older
tell you when your older