Skull Pop - Guerilla Toss

Will there be a warning

When the clock stops moving?

Will you have just sixty seconds?

Will you find it boring?

The churning of the ground, you know?

The howl of the hound

Is this girl forever young

Yet shriveled-up and round?

I change the hands of the master clock

Will there be a morning?

Is there such a thing as a day?

Will I wake up tomorrow

And see it walk away?

Does it sleep out under the ocean?

If disturbed, does it yell?

Does it visit other dawns

Or underneath a spell?

The seconds are under my control

And I don’t ever want it to stop

Changing time in my head

It’s so easy to do

Fast forward the present

It’s so easy to do

Will there be a warning

When the clock stops moving?

Will you have just sixty seconds?

Will you find it boring?

Late night, upstairs

I was sitting in a chair

In charge of those machines

The function, the repair

I change the hands of the master clock

My eyes were on the screen

Of my own interest

It was a kaleidoscopic burst

Of geometric matrix

There were rows of lights

Set up there, threes and twos

Linking at different speeds

Colors, and hues

The seconds are under my control

And I don’t ever want it to stop

Changing time in my head

It’s so easy to do

Fast forward the present

It’s so easy to do

Can’t see 'cause I’m trippin'

On the yellow and blue

Holographic visions

When I’m sitting near you