Move

Move, we head to our oblivion fate

As the whole world trembles

They'll whisper your name

The axial tilt makes not a fractional shield

Time is moving our way faster than you can kill

Most will stay and make the hourglass rush

But we're dead set and making headway to our crust

Staking, so low I can't thrust

Enraging those few I can trust

Leaving

The reaper off with the blind and break in

To find lost time, it keeps me shaking

Hours fighting behest of me and drown

Maybe the fire will bring me back

But I'm not taking that chance

That tightrope dance

Shy away from the future's eye

Nothing else will take us there

I hold, and don't care what it may behold

But struggle to look past those sights

Leaving, to see what will become

Blinding, the cost might be us all

I'm needing lost time

To keep me seeking the hours

That fought behest me

And fell to the ground

But I am taking this chance

This tightrope dance

Shy away from the future's eye

Nothing else will take us there

I hold, and don't care what it may behold

But struggle to look past those sights