Time calls letters
Time calls letters
Like a butterfly flaps its wings and a hurricane appears
Illusions have become a reality
Shame for the mass brings fame to the one
The truth is believed by the one who tells it
While the numbers to phonebooks out prints a day after
Lullaby to any commonsense
Missing are words to the words
In less spelling becomes more emotion
Ringing the cult of answers
Futile is sanity with insane calling for the white coats
They will say clocks now have no meaning
Suffer suffer while sipping their morning coffee in a breakfast nook
Have been there now need more
Debates is won by walking away first and saying you are a beast
But everyone’s number hits reaper’s jackpot
When it all comes down
Time calls letters
Like a butterfly flaps its wings and a hurricane appears
Illusions have become a reality
Shame for the mass brings fame to the one
The truth is believed by the one who tells it
While the numbers to phonebooks out prints a day after
Lullaby to any commonsense
Missing are words to the words
In less spelling becomes more emotion
Ringing the cult of answers
Futile is sanity with insane calling for the white coats
They will say clocks now have no meaning
Suffer suffer while sipping their morning coffee in a breakfast nook
Have been there now need more
Debates is won by walking away first and saying you are a beast
But everyone’s number hits reaper’s jackpot
When it all comes down
Time calls letters
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