The clocks hands creak forward
The reaper's scythe closer to the rope that hangs
Hands tied, heads lowered
The guillotine will be our only saving grace
When is enough for me?
What will this all mean at our final breath?
When is enough, enough?
What will this all mean as we burn to ash?
There are no morals with mere mortals
Everything is ripped from another's hand
Begged, borrowed, misbegotten
We will live in sin until our dying day
When is enough for me?
What will this all mean at our final breath?
When is enough, enough?
What will this all mean as we 're covered in earth?
Marched to the lines, for the prizes that bind
Hand to mouth & they call this life?
Songs of sirens, trapped in the waves
Crashed against rocks & washed away
Have we lost sight, or are we going blind?
Chasing the dream,forever out of reach
Like deer in headlights, like months to the flames
We are a broken hour glass,
They call this life
sands displaced by winds of time
They call this life
A pendulum that never returns
They call this life
A death sentence with a life time to burn
No kind of life
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