Wipe The Clock
hunted down
someone said, no story, no gain
wipe the clock right now
I despise what you crave
I remember you
when you wore a different face
never heard a story of anyone
who drove the blacktop insane
leaning on a stoplight
waiting for eventual change
what's it matter right now
it's not so easy to gauge
every time
that you ask for more
it's the sound that makes the colors go blind
and everything comes in threes
but your face shows two
lost in the watershed
way out of tune
ain't it hard
when the spirit doesn't catch you
gravity's the winner
and it weighs you down
it weighs you down