Time

Time, its sinking to a pit,
No matter what its taking you’ll be losing all of it
You put your life and soul but it couldn’t give a shit
cause-
Time is an old hag who hasn’t aged a bit

Look at her eyes, They’ve seen years of death,
every single corpse you can smell it on her breath,
And into her nose,
Where all your memories they flows-
Every age you lose a little and thats just how it goes
What about the ears? They ignored your greatest fears
As the mighty mighty mouth went and ate up all the years

And with her ratty bandaged hand, They say she’s supposed to heal.
But by the time of day, anyway, Im not sure how I feel. Her grips always upon you-
A split nail hanging on, you’re dragging her along
You don’t know where, but lets be fair.
All roads lead to babylon.