behind the noise of madness,
it’s always been about time, trying to get to the right time, time is all i know.
time was the matter,
and the matter was of time.
A neverending prison, a way back,
always looking for a end.
Doing time in the mind you could say.
A sentence without a hearing,
A future conviction, a past cure.
This has always been about time to me, due time.
seems like this is where the time went.
And in the end,
it doesn’t even matter.