Now is the time of suffer,the days run too short
Father time is grasping ever ounce, out of our lives.
We live everyday not as our last, but as joke .
As you can see what has been for granted.
Stride to be convinced there is hope in man, though the possible final print is eradicated .
These flaws prevail above all.
Tick-tock and time fly's by,
The corruption that leads to demise.
They refuse to acknowledge or value their time.
You'll soon regret x2
Is this the end?
Fuck no
So the portrait is painted for these fallen morals.
Desecration of the rights supplied,
Abolished wisdom from forced beliefs,and once again this endless cycle is reconstructed.
Now they are shaken and filled with fear, when distant light is not so clear.
Approach and confront
I still regret, I still refuse
Tick-tock and time fly's by,
The corruption that leads to demise.
They refuse to acknowledge or value their time.
You'll soon regret x2
Is this the end?
Fuck no
These feeble fucking minds, they waste their fucking time.
With the signs pointing to demise, I refuse to accept this. x2
Is there hope in man? x2
credits
from Wrath Of Atlas,
released April 16, 2013
Lyrics - Corey H