Time is a pendulum
The hand swings forward, then back down low
Through the vacuum of faith
And the devil you know
The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low
The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low

Forgiveness from above
Or the torment down below
The choice was never mine
The devil is called time
The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low

Dregs of lifetimes on the floor
Flecks of red and green and…
On the ground they’ll lay
And the colors fade

Coiled and spun like serpents
On the killing floor they writhe
Stare at me with their judgment
While the night herons fly

Time is a tentacle
The hooks sink in and drag us down low
Through the vacuum of faith
And the devil you know
The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low
The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low