I looked through your hourglass

I tried to turn it on its back

But you've held it tightly in your grasp

From the cradle to the grave

I forgave you for your acts

Before your flag lowered half mast

And you exclaim, "I'm free at last"

And they find an empty cave

I watch as the hands of time take hold of you

They'll grip you tightly until your limbs go numb

They'll squeeze until you have nothing else left to lose

And they'll drag you back to the place where you started from

I'm doing all I can

I drew a line down in the sand

I'll follow his commands

To lift the curse, repair the land

I'll execute his plan

I'll drive the nails into my hands

To heal the family brand

I'm the lion and the lamb

It takes the death of a salesman

To spark the birth of a talisman

I'm thinking back at the time that I spent

Begging you to repent

For your sins

And when I came to the altar

I learned that time had a father

He told me I need to follow the lines

To untangle the twine

Of your kin

I swing my sword to your hourglass

I hit its core, it did not crack

I took it to the midnight mass

Prayed the lord would sharpen the blade

Me and the Lord, we made a pact

To seal my fate, a spell was cast

My vision blurs and fades to black

I'd awaken after the plague

I wake on the golden fields of Babylon

Clothed in a robe dipped in blood red as the south

And by my side is the great white horse I'll travel on

I spread my arms and a sword emerges from my mouth

I ride in on my horse

To strike the nations with a sword

In justice I wage war

To kill the beast and burn the whore

I'll weep and I will mourn

As I watch my city burn

In flames a world reborn

The father has returned

It takes the death of a salesman

To spark the birth of a talisman

I'm thinking back at the time that I spent

Begging you to repent for your sins

And when I came to the altar

I learned that time had a father

He told me I need to follow the lines

To untangle the twine

Of your kin

Oh, father time

I've changed my mind

I've tied my deeds

With holy twine

Please use your scythe

To cut the lines

Speak to me in myth

I will search for your signs

I'm a hedonist

Entrenched in guilt

And every calendar day

Will be a square on the quilt

I'll arrest the decay

I'll emerge from the filth

I will set it ablaze

With the flames of my will

When the fire does go out

I'll blame myself

I'll walk out proud