whos the one whos stretching out his hand is it it or is it me that wont lose hold take on to the pendulum and sway like a mistletoe im clinging to the cold i am the trellis for those in need to twine around the rock of ages for those whore meant to wander around i got no time for a break and we got no time to waste ill save it up in the pace ill quantify thoughts away that you dont need anyway oh what a beautiful day tic toc tic toc someone s watching over me begging for a dance while your sands are running out rigid and firms what i hold in my hands tick away time i allot and i divide master of the hands that guide you run if you can while the war drums ticking on ancient of days im the shouldering pace i will make you mine i allot and i divide master of the hands that push you thats who i am the master of these hands i lead the horse to the water and i make it drink im here to force precision just on everything i feel your breath in my neck i feel you behind my back and as im turning around there s just this frightening sound i feel it everywhere oh i know that youre there angels fall time s gonna winnow all dying dreams right from wrong dwell in a run turn the wheel somethings reaching out for me 