| Lyrics: | Times flies,
It stays up high above the ground.
I try to come to terms
With my future
tense.
I despise conformity,
The lies, the clenched fists.
I wish that I could
feel,
Touch of sanity.
I wish that I could,
Touch of sanity.
Lies of
concrete.
As hard as stone, as cold as steel.
Dry bones, broken.
Help me, please, I need
to feel.
Times flies,
It stays up high above the ground.
I try to come to
terms
With my future tense.
They want me to die.
The memory of pain I've
known,
Piercing, poignant pain.
I vow to never feel again.
I despise
conformity,
The lies, the clenched fists.
I wish that I could feel,
Touch of sanity. |
