The Carousel Of Life

A clock is ticking inside my head.
Is it time? Is it time?
A bell is ringing inside my head.
Is it time? Is it time?

Black from ages under the storm.
Amidst ticking here, the clock takes form.
Can you hear it? Can you hear it?

Is it time? Is it time?
Is it time? Is it time?

[Guitar lead]

Shadows dancing secretly in the night.
Is it time? Is it time?
Mice of insanity hunting each other.
Is it a sign, or is it time?

With the Universe in one hand
and the world in the other.
I sense damnation suck the horror inside.
While you try to break a chain.

We spin, we turn around.
Round and round, up and down.
We meet and rotate.
Round and round, up and down.

What is time?