Tick Tick Tick

Propaganda artists beware
Clocks living off the eyes of the ones who made them.
A marriage broken leaves a fortress of solitude
that hasn't been used in years.
Even if the church falls through, the beams will give us shelter.
We lost hope, we've lost sleep and now we're gonna lose it all.
Visit the angel and let him know of the curse
he sent coming for you.
Do we burn once we learn of the emptiness that has always been choking us up?
Do we let things go once we hear of the clock keeping tabs on when we take our last breath?
Lesson learned, my faith is a whore
Rest assured, I'll ignore it no more.