Drop like flies
pathetic, meaningless lives
flash before our eyes
a world where even the strongest die
how will i survive?
now i know, that it's all so confusing
out of time, and i'm still fucking losing
breed like rats
fighting, and struggling just to finish last
no one wins when our time has past
all dreams, hopes, and lives we've cast
reduced to ash
our demise
crushed beneath the hands of time
never seeing the beholders eyes
and i guess that's just fine
because nothing and no ones divine
drowning in the tides of time