I´ve got a time machine that works but the travel it hurts
My time is all but a dream that is weaved in a start
That´s an end but to understand its a sin to begin on a day that was not meant to end
I´ve got a time machine that works but the travel it hurts
And the day always ends it can never just begin and thus we are trapped in a sequal of loss
Brings my time to a halt all that is has an end