Dawn has yet to approach.
And it seems it’s endlessly far off.
If I didn’t know any better,
I’d think the hands of time have been caught.

I’d say they went willingly.
Just upped and quit.
Laying down their weaponry,
After taking so many a hit.

It’s been rumored around
They have quite the grudge.
They’re tired of being wasted,
They’re refusing to budge.

The hands of time you see,
Have been ******* quite tight.
Against this ungrateful mass,
They’re taking a stand to fight.

They're refusing to be wasted
They won't take such treatment no more
Until people learn to make the most of them
They refusing to move to four.

And so I’m stuck at 3:47
And my heart’s still breaking
And I’ve apologized to time,
For all the moments I've been wasting.

But the hands still won’t budge,
And it’s perpetually dark.
And I’m certain for sure,
This loveless war will leave great scars on my heart.