 There were moments of dreams
I was offered to save.
I lived less like a workhorse,
more like a slave.
I thought that one quick moment
that was noble or brave
would be worth the most of my life.
So I pointed my fingers
and shouted few quotes I knew,
as if something that's written
should be taken as true.
But every path I had taken
and conclusion I drew
would put truth back under the knife.
And now the only piece of advice that continues to help
is anyone that's making anything new only breaks something else.
When my time comes,
Oh oh oh oh.
When my time comes,
Oh oh oh oh.
So I took what I wanted
and put it out of my reach.
I wanted to pay for my successes
with all my defeats.
And if Heaven was all
that was promised to me
why don't I pray for death?
Now it seems like the unravelling
is starting too soon.
Now I'm sleeping in hallways
and I'm drinking perfume,
and I'm speaking to mirrors,
and I'm howling at moons,
while the worse and the
worse that it gets.
Oh you can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks.
Yes, you can stare into the abyss, but it's starin' right back.
When my time comes,
Oh oh oh oh.
When my time comes,
Oh oh oh oh.
Well you can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks.
Yes, you can stare into the abyss, but it's starin' right back.
When my time comes,
Oh oh oh oh.
When my time comes,
Oh oh oh oh.
When my time comes,
Oh oh oh oh.
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