When you smell the stench, feel your stomach wrench, ya know the time has come to re-realize your soul, that dark and distant hole, where time so slow, always governs you

Far and steady ride, to the other side to hide your painful memories of life, when even still the pictures make you weary, tired though not sleepy, melancholy though not weepy, time will always govern you



You moral-ize the pain and you spend more than ever came for you, a son of right, a son of man, to taste the ebbing rain, where time and you stand head to head, you'll lose, time'll always governs you

Nowhere to look ahead to, too much to see behind you, and the clock tolls nine to ten, and time's rules refuse to bend to fires in your mind, your head, thoughts, life, breath, all... fade...



Forgive me but I'm rambling
Listen close,
It has meaning,
I... I ask why
Why must I die someday
And if I say why
Why not say why, with me,
Or would rather die someday
Without ever seeing the meaning?