Preparing for your own death
You're sinking into the depths
...of feeling so addicted
To what is not permitted
Your curse is also your bless
Theres's nothing you don't possess here
There is too muck time to spent
And too much joy to rent
Now run! Stop looking behind!
Can't you see, you're running out of time
You're chasing a ghost,
You've doubled the cost
Would you dare to realize you're lost?
Now run! Stop looking behind!
Can't you see, you're running out of time
You're starting to see, you're staring to feel
That your fate will never be revealed
Tick-tock the moment's slipping
And all you do is thinking of glorious lost times
That seem like empty mines
Inventing your own trouble
An old man starts to mumble
'No risk now should be taken'
Your will becomes forsaken
