Burning Time

Hours are passing and I have little command
It's like shielding a target with nothing but your bare hands
Time dos come crawling to me on it's hands and it's knees
If I start the fire time passes so gracefully
Where ever I go things they all look just the same
I'm the judge and the jury, and I'm casting all of the blame
There's so many factions and all of them seem so tame
I choose to ignore what they say and stare into the flame
I cared- and I waited
I stared- and I hated
Fueling the fire to my anger
I'll hate my way right through the years
My grave will burn in mortal flame
I'm just burning all my time away
Won't you come and sit by the fire with me?