Century Ends

A sand full of fist and dirt
 Like something old I once knew
 Collapsing in the corner baby
 It seemed the thing to do
 Now I'm running out of time
 Alive I am, I think so
 Tell me what to do
 Chorus:
 Not made of stone hoping I'll last
 Asleep in my bed while time trickles past
 If I'm not there before the years end has come
 The Century ends, they said I had fun
 Was I out of line? Did you get enough done?
 Time closes is in and another year has gone
 A mask made then paint of plaster
 No eyes I see within view
 A problem maybe baby bastard
 Sometimes I'm so confused
 Am I running out of time?
 Alive I am I think so
 Tell me what to do
 Chorus
 And what I'm trying to say
 Is that I left it hanging by the wayside
 There's so much more I should do
 Sitting here trying to relate
 with something I'll never know
 Well I'll just put it to rest
 and let the Century end
 Chorus