Shift of Dismay

As the sands of time fills the hourglass
 The lines weighing on our face as the days pass
 Panic setting in, our mortality
 A picture-perfect reminiscence of what used to be
 Like a car crash, like a car crash
 The coiled serpent seared away by the sun
 Like a car crash, like a car crash
 A dead-eyed vision of what could have been done
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 Bloodshot restless nights, wings now clipped with age
 The ghost of promise echoes louder at this tired stage
 The teething of regret, clamps at wasted years
 Imperative of shedding skin infused with future fears
 Like a car crash, like a car crash
 The coiled serpent seared away by the sun
 Like a car crash, like a car crash
 A dead-eyed vision of what could have been done
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 The paint dries quicker in a blurry shattered state
 Waiting impatient for the end
 For the scythe swings closer while pray for the cull
 The grains slipping quick beneath the bends
 It was all a waste, our presence in this place
 We claw and writhe into the fire
 Oh the burdens of our youth
 Only longed for now deceased
 The former flower dries and wilts with stale desire
 It was all a waste, our presence in this place
 It was all a waste, our presence in this place
 It was all a waste, our presence in this place