Lyrical Breakdown of The Hands of Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Hands of Time" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Atmosphere weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Hands of Time" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Atmosphere employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Atmosphere's narrative.

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The hands of time Are slowing down this old heart of mine The hands of time Are slowing down this old heart of mine I used to be assertive But now I'm just exhausted I used to wanna burn shit But now it all feels force-fed Yeah, I've got a fuckin' headache I've had enough of all the heartache I wanna get away, sing about the better days It's all shade when you're fallin' through that dark space I didn't know my story'd ever get told I thought that I would disappear into a cold black hole No oxygen, no control over the pressure And no mess left after I implode And I suppose all the confidence grows When the shovel breaks ground and success starts to show, yeah It's no way it won't affect the ego So keep the injury clean and protect your emo I'm tryna find a buried treasure I don't got the time to carry any extra Don't ever register the efforts of a heckler Unless you can exploit it for your own agenda, right? Jumped off of the top rope And I landed at Bob Hope Hopped in the cargo and drove to the racetrack The player had a trailer in the back just to take a nap I came to rap and break free from the cage Don't ever misinterpret nothin' 'bout what keeps me engaged I'm tryna act my age, I'm tryna lose some weight I'm tryna face what I'm afraid of just to prove that it's fake Then I'm out, but hold up, before we head to the exits Let's get these bread sticks and dead this death wish And even if we lose everything we've collected They could never remove all of the lives we've connected (Ooh-ooh)