Clockmaker

My heart just keeps ticking, like a grandfather clock
The hands spin round and round,
In circles and turn my stomach to knots
I fell head over heels, on gears that turn with cogs and wheels
The pendulum's broken inside of me

I feel like an actress, in a bad horror show
I say my lines and scream, when it's my turn to go
Nothing but fake blood hits the stage
As I fall to the floor
With a rubber knife in my back, and regret in my role

If my tongue is the rudder, and I am the ship
Then my heart is the mainsail, tattered and ripped
And I see rocks up ahead, like swards from the deep
I try to sail away, but the tide's taken me
So I throw my anchor, over the side
And hope I don't sink
The chain slithers faster and faster, and faster into the deep
Until safely on the ocean floor, my anchor lay await
For the wind to subside, the end of this storm
The start of my faith, the start of my faith