9 to 5 Graveyard - Time

I don’t know where I’ve gone recently

I think when you left I lost a piece of me

I found this song in an unmarked grave

I dug up the body and recognized the face

Let’s clothe these bones with some paper maiche

Then animate the organs with lightning and clay

Let’s make his skull more than a cage

Full of depression, regret, guilt and rage

I found some worms playing double dutch with my bloody guts

I found some tendons and such and put my jaw back with an uppercut

I put a zipper on my mouth so I could listen more

Cause' when you talk too much that’s when you knock on ignorance door

Gimme eyes to see everything the real and the spectacle

Gimme the courage to forgive so I could just let it go

Humble no pedestal, focused like set a goal

Magic is my medical, I eat fear, edible

No heavy water in my eyes no time to cry

It’s time to go back and figure out how I died

They said I died from lack of passion

From working 9 to 5 and over acting

This time around I wanna be liberated

Not domesticated, and put into a job where I hate it and I’m jaded

Getting faded on occasions cause' I wish I woulda made it

It’s just a cycle that I’ve taken and I’m finally gonna break it

Humble pie I need to bake it, my soul I need to wake it

Smiles I’ve been faking, that’s why my hearts been vacant

Would you rather be dispossessed or possessed?

Repossessed, or in possession and blessed?

I see a new image dancing in a wounded mirror

I used to be a ghost to the world hopefully soon this fog will clear

Hiding only works if someone is looking for you

This is what happens when you’re the cop and crook too

I called up the precinct and turned myself in

But my voice didn’t work, all they heard was the wind

What if forensics finds the answers?

What if they stole my fingerprints?

Where did i leave my book of matches?

We’ll find you, well find you