A soon to be wasted prize, is carried through a maze Violently turning, its shape begins to fade And when I let the water run, it will surely disintegrate And I know that this is not the best time How will I know when it is my time? This suffering is not all mine It's not like yesterday It won't just wash away This name isn't faceless and this race is not a game But I'll move slowly And it'll cost me when it's my turn to run And I know that this is not the best time How will I know when it is my time? This suffering is not all mine And I know that this is not the best time How will I know when it is my time? This suffering is not all mine This suffering is not all mine