Waging A War Of Wills Against Time

Staring Down The Face That Hides Behind Hands

Always Running Behind Those Hands

I Will Cut Them Leave Time Blind

But I'm Still Behind



Isn't All The Waiting For

Some Great Reward

Or Am I Waiting

Just Waiting



Dawn Goes Down To Grey

Oh Joy Another Phlegm Sky Day

If I Worked It All Away

Would I Know What To Do

With These Hands

What Would I Find



Isn't All The Waiting For

Some Great Reward

Or Am I Waiting

Just Waiting



Waiting To Die