Clockwork Conspiracy

The clockwork of opportunity
is playing what you'd call
a silly game aside of all its oddities

I'm just a fool for signs and decimals
and every little probability
which could eventually rewind around me

Who decides what gives
who has the final say
should we meet again someday
would you...

Place me on the edge
of the morning that you wake
into an enigmatic state of animosity
ashes from a page
reduced to dust as flight it takes
into the atmospheric bowls of life's uncertainty

Laid on a bent-up need for reason
scratched inside the lies
with the many faces of clockwork conspiracies

Holding closer all the thoughts
that like to walk about not having
second thoughts on how it all might turn out

Who decides what gives
who has the final say
though we'll meet again someday
will you...

Place me on the edge
of the morning when you wake
into an enigmatic state of animosity
just like ashes from a page
reduced to dust as flight it takes
into the atmospheric bowls of life's uncertainty

Will you...

Dance up on the stage
like a child at mercy's rage
with your controversial catatonic sex appeal
if words catches up with age
would you still believe in fate
would you still believe despite your own dishonesty

Who decides what gives
who has the final say
should we meet again someday...