A limb for a limb
and an eye for an eye.
Don't know where to begin
but, Lucy in the sky.
In the back of my mind,
from the top of my head.
From my hair to the ground,
from the earth to my dreads.
like a clock with no hands
or a watch with no face.
The numbers remain,
they're just all out of place.
'Cause they fell in the water
and now they're all wet,
to save them? don't bother,
they're just dark silhouettes.
At the bottom of a river,
that flows into a ocean,
that leads off into nowhere,
where they will be frozen.
And there they will sit
like the clock with no hands,
in a cold icy pit
north of southern japan.
Until one day it happens,
and everything's gone.
The war and the violence,
and everything wrong.
and the glaciers will melt,
while the world overflows.
While humanity crumbles,
nature will grow.
and the world will be balanced,
the circle complete.
and the world will start over
because history repeats,
but when the people roam the streets,
and the world will slowly die.
and numbers on the clock are reading
six, one, twelve, nine, five.