The Story of the Song:
Sands of Time is a song that was written by Spirit Junkie about 10 years before its release back in 2010. The project it was intended for never ended up being released. As the true apocalyptic nature of 2020 took hold across the world, this old song somehow became more relevant than ever.
Sands of Time as a song is a dark commentary on the nature of our current civilization and its endless eschatological obsession. The lyrical flow is carried by an ominous and brooding hip hop groove that characterizes its brutal philosophical message.
Even though Spirit Junkie doesn’t believe in any of this nonsense himself, he knows human beings are more than capable of bringing about the end of the world all by themselves.
Sands of Time - Lyrics
Tick tock tick tick its ticking
Tick tick tock its dripping
The sands are running out
It’s running, it’s going, it’s going, it’s slipping
First things first, yeah, things are even worse than they do seem
we must be cursed, they’ve already scheduled the hearse to be here see, cuz
we’re just some pawns, in someone else’s game but ages change
the maze is hidden in your mind and when you finally find it you’ll be fine
but till then it’s still genocide and that’s why I’m rhyming because I’m
Killing Time as the world is ending
Spilling wine because there is no then, so I’m
Thrilling all these fine women that are
throwing themselves at me because it’s like
we’re only running around
on a living spree, and times running out
the sands are tickin’ and nobody sees
it’s tick tock tick it’s tickin’, it’s running out
The time is coming for the alignment
and I don’t think you saw the signs
you were flying though life, thinking that everything was fine
But time is gonna be ending
in a way that you couldn’t possibly have expected
and the next thing is the ascension
but in order to finally ascend
you gotta to be ready to first descend
into the depths of your own worst fears
you gotta to be ready to steady and jetty
every petty thought you ever even knew
it’s a blistering assault on your spiritual awareness
it’s not careless, shit I’m barely getting by
That’s why I high philosophize
I put the E in the end times, that you read about baby
I hope you’re ready maybe
You gonna get on up to heaven lady
Maybe I’ll see you there but I don’t know why
I got this feeling, that, ‘fuck, man i hope I’m not right’
I really fucking hope I’m not right
But I see the signs, right in front of my eyes
But maybe I’m just crazy tonight
And it might be all over tomorrow
So we better get it right
But I really fucking hope I’m not right
The sands of time are running out right in front of our eyes
Tick tick tock tick tock It’s tickin’
Tick tock tick it’s slippin’
away tick tock the sands are going
Cuz it’s going, and it’s going, it’s going and it’s gone
Guys, you bought up all the lies they done told you
Coasting through life like there’s no time to question why your not supposed to know
The real meaning of life,
It’s actually why you’re alive
Not to wonder why Kim Kardasian’s ass is expanding
Like the black hole standing in the center of the galaxy
It’s fallacy to believe that we can know reality as it seems
Quantum physics has tried but missed it
Life is a mystery lost in the mists of our history
The mayans tried to warm us
That cycles of time have come before us
Leaving behind their guide to the sky
Charting us flying through our space and time
Prophecy, revelation, fake democracy, eternal damnation
So many religions invested in this time tested
Desire to see the world end in a fiery mess
Nostradamus knew, he was close to a shaman
Quite a phenomenon, maybe it’s true
Even Al Gore whored himself out for a chance at the score
The horsemen are galloping closer
Of course it’s much worse than the story they told ya
Though you’re supposed to be asking these questions yourself
I wish I didn’t see these things I see
I miss just living life without strife
Being calm, carefree singing songs for me
It’s like a lifetime ago now I’m dying cuz I see the signs
Why not try lying to myself
Denial fine with me
That’s why I’m
Irreverent, in the face of so much mother fucking evidence
It’s evident to me, we’ve been deceived
It’s easy to believe that we still live in the land of the free
home of the brave, yeah right
you didn’t realize you were a slave
when you gave it away
Do you even know when
The pen defeated the blood stained intention of the benchmark of our freedom
The mutha fucking constitution?
I don’t think so, you don’t know, look it up.
But In the end we all will see
it fall our destiny’s to be released in peace
Back into infinity
The sands of time are running out
It’s about to get interesting
There’s no doubt cycles always come back around
Eventually, you’re gonna see
The hands of time are funny how
They reach out into each of our dreams
Hopefully teaching us that ultimately reaching a state of knowing
Isn’t going to change our destiny. . . See history repeat itself but man I
Really fucking hope I’m not right
But I see the signs, right in front of my eyes
But maybe I’m just crazy tonight
And it might all be over tomorrow so we better get it right
Man I really fucking hope I’m not right
The sands of time are running out right in front of my eyes
But maybe I’m just going crazy tonight and it might all be over tomorrow
So we better get it right
Man I really fucking hope I’m not right
The sands of time are running out in front of my eyes
Tick tick tock tick tock its ticking
Tick tick tock tick tock it’s slipping
Away tick tock the sands are going, and it’s going
tick tock it’s going, it’s going, and it’s gone