Lyrics 11:32 - Sleepy Sun

11:32

The modern man
Insatiable in his thirst for a plan
To coordinate the intellects
So to redefine
The future span the present can’t deny
11:32 is all the time
The open hand
Satisfies longing for the damned
And so the sharpest tongue is licking up the humble pie
The sweetest curse, seconds can’t deny
11:32 is all the time
In the house of sand
The hourglass simply can’t deny
11:32 is all the time