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Some are rotting away

In their own world filled with dismay

I tend to get out of the way

I leave no room for idols of clay

I dream of death

The death of time

I take a breath

And change the clime

The winds sweep

The tides roll in

They hold the key

So, it has always been

The summer patrons

To winter hosts

To spring matrons

To autumn ghosts

I draw a circle

I fill it in

I write my chronicles with

broken glass on my skin

The mirror's unforgiving

The pain can be so thrilling

Be it yours, or be it mine

I dream of death, the death of time

The death of time!

Now we're back from where we came

And we're suffering the same

The things that we would change

How we end up so estranged

Truth is all men die alone

A truth not set in stone

Words help me reveal

Exactly why I feel, so unreal

I'm sorry I can't stand the silence

Flow until you let it go

In the end, time won't stop for nothing

But I still wish it to...

I'm sorry I can't stand the silence

Flow until you let it go

In the end, time won't stop for nothing

... still wish it to die!

Just fucking die!

The death of time!

Now we're back from where we came

And we're suffering the same

The things that we would change

How we end up so estranged

Truth is all men die alone

A truth not set in stone

Words help me reveal

Exactly why I feel, so unreal

I'm sorry I can't stand the silence

Flow until you let it go

In the end, time won't stop for nothing

But I still wish it to...

I'm sorry I can't stand the silence

Flow until you let it go

In the end, time won't stop for nothing

... still wish it to die!

I dream of death

The death of time

I take a breath

And change the clime

The winds sweep

The tides roll in

They hold the key

So it has always been

The summer patrons

To winter hosts

To spring matrons

and autumn ghosts