Time is running out,
You must hurry, you must race!
No time to lay around to fret and pout.
You must hurry, you must pick up the pace,
This growing fear is not fake.
everything is ending,
there is just to much pain too take.
Laying there on the floor,
I realize I am nothing
But useless and nothing more.
My soul is on fire raging wild and high.
I am crying,
And praying for an easy way to die,
Time is running out,
You must hurry, you must race.
No time to lay around to fret and pout.
You must hurry, you pick up the pace.
