The Masters Clock is X

Sometimes it's made up as I go
Sometimes I think before I do
I look four ways before I cross
It's ok to forget what I knew
Fill me up and pour me out
Flooding corners of the house

I'm but a vessel, but a vessel

No fixed point
When that wave rush, where will you take shelter
Wade in the water, who can't be touched
No heaven to help us
Earth and sky, I and I, for one
Oil my scalp in the sun
Idle as fuck, world ground to a halt
Unorthodox, the master's clock is X
I'm bending in thе creases
Fatal wave, run thе body glove
The games gutter I peacefully careen
How far does it reach, to what end will you believe
Control is an illusion too
Control is an illusion too
Control is an illusion too

I'm but a vessel, but a vessel
I'm but a vessel, but a vessel
I'm but a vessel, but a vessel
I'm but a vessel, but a vessel

Screaming in the void only gave me a sore throat
Life insurance is a pyramid scheme
The paranoia cackles in the key of "I told you niggas"
Somethin' about strings and passive surrender
How does one make space to be tender
Would love sustain?
I heard the body remembers
What remains
What remains
What remains
What remains
What remains
What remains