Time
They say it comes
They say it goes
They say it takes but always gives

I've walked the weeping sands
of seven lonely seasons
My conscience seared in strands
by full-level demons

Time
They say it flies
They say it flows
They say it begins but never ends

Invariably I've dreamt
of the inevitable end of days
My threadbare thoughts adrift
inside the daymare haze

Time
It cries memories

Time
It fogs the mirror

Time
When wiped away
keeps getting ever-clearer...

This life is a vapor
This life is a vapor
This life is a vapor
This life is a vapor

This life is no bang
It's merely a whimper