Harmonic Splinters

Verse 1

Splintered time, played by hands divine, paradigm of follow your own sundial.
Instinctive right - you can keep yours but leave me mine, tick tight, lifes no free or breezy climb.

Chorus 1

Burning with a sense, a sense for meter, but shadows a sunny pace
Searching with a sense, a sense for meter, while cresting upon a wave

Verse 2

Broken count, try not overstep the bounds, beating deeper - you are your own clock keeper.
Balancing mind the pulse soon solidifies, click calm as your battle rages on.

Chorus 2

Blazing with a sense, a sense for meter, as sky meets the earth.
Crashing with a sense, a sense for meter, as cymbols/symbols collide with surf.

Outro 1

Harmonic splinters, from the music tree, the broken braches and the falling leaves.
Stretched head hides from the huted find, secures thoughts tight, fabricates the four parts of the one mind.

Outro 2

Rythmical sinders, fire lizard of our thoughts, intrinsic opposition grafts our unity.
Misrules illusional, gratifies ridicule, reptiles tools, a primitive thought ticks and renews