Time

Do we really think our time will come

What am I gonna say when mine's all gone?

Days turn into years and years into blurs

And I am not sure which one is worse:

To not get the time in the first place

Or to let it all just go to waste

Do we really think our time will come

Where does it go and where's it from?

Have you ever had a passing thought

Unrelated to getting what you want?

Does it all come down to sex and greed

Do we have a more primal human creed?

When are we finally going to learn

Meaning's not found in what we earn

Am I gonna get it through my head

There's emptiness in every bed

If a bold-faced lie can be my truth

Then I've drunk from the fountain of youth

If you ever see me acting tired

It's just an act, I won't expire

I'll outlast the skies and seas

Make myself king where'er I please

Will I have fewer problems if I never die?

I will never understand this thing called time