Complications Paroles

Time keeps slipping
Man is to time like twine is to kitten
Throw a stick to the puppies, throw a fry to a pigeon
My fist full of dice throws light through the prism
It's a ride, pick a protein, pick a side
Hit the smoke screen
Mowers on the road to know Elohim
In holy of the dopamine
Serotonin slow and low
It's headache under frozen peas and holding up the zoetrope
Opa
Holy crow, time is going, going, gone
How much have you squandered just to gossip on the goings on
Of people you don't know at all
VS time building what you could've been
Someone who contribute to the cookie tin
Let the kid cook, invite the other campers
If a couple go missing then the difference get lamb skewers
Savvy? The comfortable uncomfortable
Who ain't supposed to be here, let alone punctual Slogging through the commune, hogging all the fondue
Pocketing the silverware
Absconding with the pog juice
You can hear a pin drop
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Sensing a disturbance in the ether
It's the medium between us, I've been earning its patina
I talk to my dead friends, treat 'em like it's 3D
Brief 'em on the rest of the amoebas in the Petri like
"So and so had a kid, so and so caught a case
So and so is on the stuff and ultimately lost his way"
Life moves pretty fast
Write your name a couple times, cut the line, zig and zag
Try to find the Middle Path before the final cymbals crash
And we are being carried off in zipper bags by Disney staff
Straight face smothering a deep rage
Meep-meep, I'm the human painted tunnel, real train
Barrel out the mountain just to climb into the steel cage
Sleeper hold, I'm happy as having a fucking field day
Lloyd Center drama club, loiter where the common tongue
Is sunk into a purple Listerine bottle, bottoms up

I ain't late, I'm right on time
Any later, still right on time
I can show up real early, right on time
Anyone got something to say, well I'm light on time

I set my watch by it before
I don't set my watch anymore
I know it's running short, I know it's running fast
It's running while I sleep, it never runs out of gas
The wolf creep when I sit, lope when I limp
I don't look over my shoulder but every now and then
Catch a glimpse in windows and mirrors
Upturned bottles and old pictures, I see it
Just outside the image
I grab my kids as they run past and hold 'em
Whisper in their ears before they wriggle away

Can I give you a lift?
I somehow find myself driving again