Out of Time

You need your book, your guns, and a bulletproof vest
You need the noise and the fear of a hole in your chest
At the expense of arrest, you have survived
You gotta know, You gotta know that it
Doesn’t matter what you say, all creation goes away

Communicate the mind and the blood and stone
You need the mil, the rights, and the people you own
And you get high on the throne in the tower of vice
You gotta know, You gotta know that it
Doesn’t matter what you do
In the end, you will find you ran out of time

But I tried so hard to make something of my own design

The chase, the height, a balanced fight
Your sore inside blackens the soul
The bell invokes the hungry ghost
You gotta know, You gotta know that it
Doesn’t matter what you do
In the end, you will find that you wish you could die

But I tried so hard to make something that is mine
Oh I never wanted to be here along at the edge of the line
Churches crumble, cities fall to time, the thorn in your side

Never wanted to be here along the edge of the line
Churches crumble, cities fall to time, the thorn in your side
Always burning with the question why the pain never dies
And the beauty rots and the stars decay
We are left with less every single day
But its all okay, when you've come to know
When it’s time to go, you will go along