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Has it dawned on you yet?

Have you begun to grasp

That life is not a clock

But an hourglass?

Are you prepared?

Is your rat-nest in order?

Will your mind be at ease

When the shadows grow taller?

Hopeless odds

The game is fixed

See death teardown the playground

A knife in the throat

Just to see if it fits

See life sneak out through the Devil's hatch

Blazing scythe - book of lies

Scissors beats paper

Orb of flies - throne of mice

Shovel beats sceptre

Hopeless buds

The soil is sick

See reason reach for the tinderbox

A modest flame

And a bundle of sticks

All flesh is grass when the ashes call

Mouths of dirt - angel birth

Tombstone beats feather

Wall of urns - crown of worms

Shovel beats sceptre

Has it dawned on you yet?

Have you begun to grasp

That life is not a clock

But an hourglass?

Are you prepared?

Is your rat-nest in order?

Will your mind be at ease

When the shadows grow taller?

Your days are numbered

No matter what you've been told

So, stop now and consider

That you've never been this old

That you've never been this old

That you've never been this old

That you've never been this old...

Pope-less odds

The throat is slit

See leafed hands raise the loving cup

A pale vowel

From the deaconess' lips

All flesh is cash when the gavel falls

Oblong box - gilded cross

Coffin beats saviour

Velvet knots - maggot pox

Shovel beats sceptre