Slice of Time

My wild heart grieves

Seeing how the night leaves

Shadows from my sight

My hands become granite

Placed in the light velvet

Touch I lost in dark

Like the distant static of memory

Like the ghost touch sensory

The light, it drives the hellhounds away

If I can hold it

Time, it drives a blade through the voices

Cutting through words and through dreams

Time is a sword, a sword

My wild heart cries

Blindness in cruel light

For I am wounded by day

My hands become stone

No more fire in my bones

Left cursed by this mark

Like the distant static of memory

Like the ghost touch sensory

The light, it drives the hellhounds away

If I can hold it

Time, it drives a blade through the voices

Cutting through words and through dreams

Time is a sword, a sword

The light, it drives the hellhounds away

If I can hold it

Time, it drives a blade through the voices

Ah

Time is a sword, a sword

Time is a sword, a sword