mystery is defined

by different clocks of time
you twist and turn in the rain

blackness is made of pain
of thoughts all filled with blame
soon they'll take control
you'll turn insane

sketching with hands
of gold and led
speaking words
that are often said

look at this hero
he's blind and melo
he lives in a jukebox

he waits for his end
a joke that often fades
secrets are'nt ment to live in shades

sketching with hands
of gold and led
speaking words
that are often said

clocks of time
had been sent
speeding their hands
a scent of contempt