The Pendulum Swings
Up and Down
Much Like The Moods of the Skies
With Every Swing
Time Keeps Marching
Like A Soldier
Looking To Kill
Looking For Glory
And Me
Like a Coward
I Close My Eyes
For If I don't See
Or Feel
The Swing of the Pendulum
Time Has Then Stood Still
And Death has Not Marched On.
Much Like The Moods of the Skies
With Every Swing
Time Keeps Marching
Like A Soldier
Looking To Kill
Looking For Glory
And Me
Like a Coward
I Close My Eyes
For If I don't See
Or Feel
The Swing of the Pendulum
Time Has Then Stood Still
And Death has Not Marched On.
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