Burning Hand

The sands of time burn red as the heat roars in my hands
The blast lights the grains into vitrified glass
Shatter and smash everything I touch
Let it break

The hours I've lost
The minutes I've traded
The hands of the clock are burning away

The flames fade away and all that's left are my mistakes
Colors aren't vivid they're trying to escape
Escape from time
Let it break

Time disintegrates
The hour glass breaks
The spectrum permeates