Time ain’t gonna fix it Keep checking windows in a sinking ship Eyes of god are itching Fawning in a light of sixes Sinking in cymbals Forget my nerves Sinking in cymbals Forgetting all I know I’m on my own And I’ve been out of luck Beyond the surface I’m still on my way down Keep checking my heart Checking my head Keep checking my pulse Check I’m not dead Keep thinking bout you Summoning me Cause I can hear your voice in a memory Keep checking my pulse Check I’m not dead Tired, out of elixirs I tend to ‘laborate the scriptures Shadow hanging from the fixtures Another devil in the system You got to choke to feel it I hang to hope to heal it I have the thoughts But flawed biology You got to choke to feel it I hang to hope to heal it I have the thoughts But flawed biology