The ageing man is up late into the night
Against his past, now he does it out of spite
The master of greater scientific art
A chain to fill the barren hole within his heart
A lie ?
His place is filled with old dusty memories
A clue on how the burden of men never cease
Not even love could barely clear his wasted mind
Only death would somehow free him from his binds
A quest for understanding
The aging of his skin
The sand in the glass is flowing
A race he cannot win
I've been searching all this time
The equation of life
As my quill runs out of ink
In search of the missing link
Against his past, now he does it out of spite
The master of greater scientific art
A chain to fill the barren hole within his heart
A lie ?
His place is filled with old dusty memories
A clue on how the burden of men never cease
Not even love could barely clear his wasted mind
Only death would somehow free him from his binds
A quest for understanding
The aging of his skin
The sand in the glass is flowing
A race he cannot win
I've been searching all this time
The equation of life
As my quill runs out of ink
In search of the missing link