Evolution
The windows have to change in this God-forbidden place
Not even carving your name on the glass, still breaks, still faces displacement
Go ahead, buy it back from the devil and shovel to dig where your ghosts lay
Even the tombstones ain't the same
And you can cover it up with paint and say you'll never change
But you're faced with this every single day
If you walk on the concrete long enough, remorse, it's inevitable when you stray
And it pains you, leaves you picking leeches from your skin
Roaming in the garden that was hated
It's all gone now, replaced
Nothing is ever stagnant
And you can feel it in the cracks of your skin from the frozen air called "Fate"
Face it, hate it or not something is always going to change
That's the beauty in time
It's all gone
Gone now
Moving with the shift of the clock
Even a minute gets sucked through the slits of this awful alteration
These walls feel it too, you just don't realize
We're moving to the shift of the clock
When the hand strikes 12 place your bets on the rocks
That you're hiding with and try to break the time to a stop
It's a process, this is a process
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