TypeRight - Broken Clock

I'm a broken clock til the end of time
Right twice a day but never worth a dime
I'm a broken clock til the end of time
Right twice a day but never worth a dime

Yo
Fact of the matter is we livin' in a sinner's prison
My criticism is how were looked upon with cynicism
Never fit right, not the perfect part to fix the system
Hard from the start but still I turn my heart to lyricism

Spittin out my mouth to try to exercise the demons
Things change but in a circle like the seasons
Knowledge spreading on my path, truthfully I seek a reason
That we go on everyday tryna be a human being

I've always felt a hunger within
To be the best in any test of mice and men
So I find it a little bit enlightening when
I fall off and can't find excitement

But that's just part of living life on god's green earth
If I could give a little advice it's hardly worth
The time spent slumbering instead of making something in
Whatever fashion your mind is finding unencumbering

Stumblin' through life is easy not hard
That's why I try to ride between the lines of these bars
That's why I turned my mind to the light of the stars
Bigger than one man we all a part of the cause

I'm a broken clock, the seconds keep ticking
The minute hand laughs and stays in the same position
I'm a broken clock, the seconds keep ticking
The minute hand laughs and stays in the same position

Sometimes I feel my tires spinning in place
Look in the mirror every morning just to see the same face
Except a little older maybe a little wiser?
Fuck that I'm not becoming my own sympathizer

But do you know the feeling? You're staring at the ceiling
Nothing you gotta do seems remotely appealing
Cause no matter how hard you work you're not healing
No matter how hard you pray you're still kneeling

Why should today be different from the last
Think fast or your ass might shatter like glass
Are you a spaz? Progress is at an impasse
They would laugh at bastard tattered and in rags

But is that really you, or me, or a reflection
Of the fact that every day we strive for perfection
A Sisyphean task that is truly perplexing
Self flagellation like you in need of confession

Just let it all go you need to stop stressin'
Its OK to go through moments where you're mired in depression
That's part of what makes us human you can't stop what you were doing
Cause you gotta keep it moving now you live in a delusion AHHH!

Pause, take a second and remain calm
To a different tune you and everyone sing the same song
No matter what you do it's the future you stake your claim on
Tomorrow gon' bring a better one once today's gone

I'll be a broken clock cause now I'm moving too fast
Spending every single minute tryna escape the past
I'll be a broken clock cause now I'm moving too fast
Spending every single minute tryna escape the past

Why do we run from these sudden abundances
Thoughts bubbling up, and buzzing like bumble bees
Late nights, the removal of dungarees
Things you prefer to keep locked up in a dungeon see

We've all awoken to the feeling of dread
The second you're conscious thoughts run through your head
What did I do last night, and is the crew alright?
Realization dawns and then you feel fright

Maybe it's something that happened years ago
Every time you think about it the tears will flow
Ignoring what's inside allows the fear to grow
So conquer that shit and get imperial

We all have regrets we have shame
But ignorance is not the name of the game
Push on through the struggle and the night full of pain
And know that all the others feeling the same

At the end of the day we're all broke but not broken
So let the hope sink in and keep jokin'
Compassion and laughter could be your token
To move at the pace that time is I motion

In sync you'll blink feel the cracks start to mend
From your toes to your dome feel whole once again
For a moment your soul shimmer like gold in the wind
Then your time has run out it's frozen, you end

Written by:
Tyler Wilson

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