The Call of Father Time & Forever Is a Concept

Part 1: The Call of Father Time Will no one hear the call of Father Time? That cruel, sadistic giver and taker away For matter flows from place to place in time Then forms in you to give your life away Now Father Time is calling out in haste says: "Children of the cosmos, waste me not!" Yet still we cry: "My life has gone to waste!" Reminiscing on the times that Time forgot Though time is standing still for all the lovers It's moving like an acid trip for most And approaching like a gallows for the others While the lovers watching on propose a toast So Father Time is hanging like a noose But no one fears the rope when hanging loose Part 2: Forever is a Concept Forever is a concept that we lust for But all that exists in time is here and now So ask yourself, which one of these you trust more Then stare at Time's cold eyes and take a bow For the moment, matter binds together in us In a moment, it will bind in something new For Time, it's atoms to atoms and dust to dust Yet here I sit awaiting something new "Hurry up Time, I'm waiting" we all say And Father Time grants every single wish "Be careful, children of the cosmic fray" "In the future you will wish you never wished" Let the clock that's ticking loudly be a sign To hear the pleading call of Father Time