Letras
In search for a long-lost time
A desperate run against the clock
Contemplating this horrid contingency
With a dead-eye stare
A mute mass of errors
I try to retrace my path
Yet the thread has been broken
I've never felt this urgency in me
I try not to cave in to disbelief
While the lies we've been fed keep on shattering
One after another
Spiralling back
Into the patterns I thought I'd breach
We had this coming
Ripe is the time to reap the whirlwind
Our certitudes entombed in debris
We cannot repair what cannot be rebuilt
A wound too deep
Ripping through the fabric of our fantasy
Finding solace in the one true knowledge
All shall pass eventually
I am but a transient creature
Striving to make a difference
With little time left to succeed
A grain of sand caught in the hourglass
Forever drifting on transient being
Maker of my own impermanence
Shorn of the memories that burdened me
Only repeating to work through the acceptance
Only remembering a future beyond defeat
We cannot repair what cannot be rebuilt
Spiralling back
Into the patterns I thought I'd breach
We had this coming
Ripe is the time to reap the whirlwind
Our certitudes entombed in debris
We cannot repair what cannot be rebuilt
A wound too deep
Ripping through the fabric of our fantasy
I try to retrace my path
Yet the thread has been broken
The thread has been broken
Done is the deed