I set my sight on vantage points
Far beyond these fragile joints
Child in bloom grown too soon
Knew time would cut in lieu a new you
Chorus
These crass hands will pass
You trade ticks for tricks
But it creeps in crevices, bitter benevolence
Fixed on its eye, engrossed in its lie
The storms chose to stow
My wrist on its list
And Has since dismissed what's been missed
Fixed on its eye, engrossed in its lie
The storms chose to stow
My wrist on its list x3
Chorus
These crass hands will pass
You trade ticks for tricks
But it creeps in crevices, bitter benevolence