Fast times and a losing race
Like a clock on the wall in the marketplace
A sign of the end, like a grim reminder
Of the price we set in blood
A short run is the best defense
And the cries echo on like it never ends
As the antiseptic chill
Surrounds us all the same
Now time keeps running through my fingers
You'd see, but you were never there
Dust forms in the jealous еyes
And the time twists down as thеir profits rise
Separate all the passive stares
As the truth lies down below
Hope fades like a setting sun
And our faith in beyond starts to come undone
There's no trace of a new tomorrow
As we break down all alone
Now time keeps running through my fingers
You'd see, but you were never there
There's no imperfect way
To sacrifice what we'll become
Just take it all away
And try to shield it from the sun
From the sun
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