Mind Vomit

There's a towering heart that blots out the sun,
And there's a footsore runner whose race is won,
And there's a mighty king whose time is done,
And there's one, there's only one.

And there's this dreadful noise inside my thoughts,
Rolling around my head -
How can nobody hear it?
It's enough to wake the dead.

And there are bells that chime,
And there's a man that rhymes,
And we're all out of time,
Time, time, time!

And as I move my body towards you,
As your fingers grasp the air,
As I move my hands, my face, my feet,
To catch you unaware.

There's nothing left inside my mind,
There's nothing that there is to find,
There's nothing but this hellish grind,
Take mind, take mind, take mind.

For gods will weep, and beggars rule,
Wise men laugh and act the fool,
The sun will wax, the moon will wane,
And nothing will ever be the same.