Lyrics

Time’s a serpent, coils tight in a loop,
Bite the tail, truth revealed in the swoop.
Every end is a start in disguise,
Sunset bleeds into tomorrow’s sunrise.

Spin the clock, we just dance in a spiral,
History repeats, call it vinyl revival.
Birth to the grave, then back in the womb,
Life’s just a seed that returns to bloom.

(Chorus)
Ouroboros, circle with a flame,
Eating its tail, still playing the game.
No straight lines, just rhythm and rhyme,
Round and round, that’s the nature of time.

(Verse 2)
Caught in a loop like a beat on replay,
What was once old gets reborn in a new way.
Wisdom fades, youth takes the stage,
Then gets replaced like the turning of a page.

Past is the ghost in the present’s skin,
Future just echoes what has already been.
We break, rebuild, forget, then remember,
Like fire from ash, or June to December.

(Chorus)
Ouroboros, circle with a flame,
Eating its tail, still playing the game.
No straight lines, just rhythm and rhyme,
Round and round, that’s the nature of time.

(Outro)
From the alpha to omega, back to alpha again,
Infinity loops through the ink in my pen.
No final chapter, just a pause in the climb—
I spit cycles, I’m the architect of time.