Creaking of the arrows, higher and higher Alarms the conscious state of mind Warning what’s behind Loud and clear
Trying to wake up Keep up, don’t crum up There’s so much you can take I can’t, I won’t; I will find my way to go
The evolution of an era of a punishing crowd Fear, I am near The evolution of an era making people count down
By the time Finally caught up Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round Another victim is impaled on its spear Lost his battle on its hunting ground
We’re heading to the dead end Which drags us down Where the timeless hides Striking in his maze
Dense, heavy clouds leaning Back onto your head Run with their weight Endlessly chasing
Occupy your brains up to the rim Overflows when you add one more piece to it
By the time Finally caught up Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round Another victim is impaled on its spear Lost his battle on its hunting ground
Lose, you’ll win; admit you’re tired Play the new round, when one’s sacrificed Stop chasing the arrows; let the wheel of time Make you hunted to ride its flight
By the time Finally caught up Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round Another victim is impaled on its spear Lost his battle on its hunting…
By the time You stopped to catch up Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round Another victor rides along on its spear Won this battle on its hunting groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
