Testo Time Machine

The hands keep on turning, the pendulum just swings
Prisoners upon this rock, flying without wings
Captured in a moment, still the hours chimed
Joining closer as we sifted with the sands of time

Parallel dimension, guilts fall into place
Driven by an unseen force, swelling into space
At beyond the rainbow, cross the milkyway
Passengers without a choice, slowly turning grey

On through the night, shine on forever
Going insane as we ride the time machine

Waiting for no one, relative to none
Awnsering to not a thing, except the rising sun

Bouncing on this fabric, at the speed of light
Connecting points of futures past, is its only plight

Passengers without a choice, hanging by a string
Spending with a hands of time, flying without wings