Elegance fades into a dull, lifeless shape
Blunt, Coldness, no route to take to escape
Bars around my soul, a tiny prism, and tiny prison
Cage around my heart, locked, and I'm mocked
By the dirt and the wind and the stars and the sky
Destined to die Why?
Slowly decaying, decrepit, not intrepid
I am only a mortal, destined for dust, so I must
Make use of the sand in the glass, before I pass
Before the pulse goes fade, stop, and I drop
And this fragile shell, descends into hell, unwell
From intricacy, to intimacy, to my tomb by the sounding sea
The time in our lives is incredibly short to sort our priorities, it's insanity
That the spark that ignites is so quickly snuffed, it's simply unjust, and I've had enough
Yet there's nothing to do, nothing to be had
To keep us from the reaper's grasp
Don't gasp As if you didn't know that we are all soon to die
Simply ask why?
Someone has planned to give us this life, this planet to grand
Then demand
Loyalty and servitude until our dying day
Doesn't he see? That for us it's only seconds away?
When he gave me this sand, if he wanted me to chase what he planned
He should have given me a few more grains
Not just the promise of fire rains, eternal pains
I may be jaded, but this is how I see
If he gave it to me, that makes it mine
My sand to drain, to use for my own plans
Maybe that way, I can be satisfied, when it's simply my time
For the elegance to fade into a dull, lifeless shape
As long as it's mine, I don't need an escape From the reaper's grasp