time is a cruel mistress with hands never idle
while our minds delve elsewhere she pockets our years
she takes our loved ones unchecked and unbridled
and in return gives us only sorrow and tears
but i do not fear this mistress sly
she cannot rob me of what i own
the soul doesn't perish and love doesn't die
so therefore i'm never really alone
the salarymen strive for capital gains
with a lust for a profit at the end of the quarter
and the mistress is there ******* life from their veins
as their empty lives grow progressively shorter
but the love i know never dies or fades to grey
and no mistress or demon or foul beast of night can ever take it away