I'm looking at the reflection in my glasses.
Watching as the warped world passes.
The hourglass sand is trickling away
to turn dusk to dawn and bring the new day.
The clock's ticking is numbing my mind.
There no ends to the insanity of time.
Moves fast when you want it slow and slow when you want it fast.
Future meets the present and the present, the past.
Will this numbing feeling, forever, last?
Or will time stop so I can catch my breath, cause im on the brink.
And the clock cease to clink, so I can think.
Life is all blurred
Everything has been said and all heard.
The beginning is the last;
the future is the past.
God will this numbing feeling never pass?
I'm left here dulled senses, empty soul and empty mind.
Rapped of my innocense by the ravages of time.
