The passing hours of life
Numb the pain of the pounding fists of consequence swelling on my skin
The festering wounds of desire I have yet to obtain
Makes it hard to see the truth yet still I strain
The faint promise of a future and thins
I never had lies fed where I was still pondering
The youth stolen from me and now I realize all I could have had
And now you tell me all I could have had
And now you give me all I could have had
But I don't want it anymore
I don't want it anymore
I don't need it anymore
No more hope just closed doors
And as we walk into oblivion
Every step is a reminder of passing hours
Of passing days
Of passing lives
Of passing away
Numb the pain of the pounding fists of consequence swelling on my skin
The festering wounds of desire I have yet to obtain
Makes it hard to see the truth yet still I strain
The faint promise of a future and thins
I never had lies fed where I was still pondering
The youth stolen from me and now I realize all I could have had
And now you tell me all I could have had
And now you give me all I could have had
But I don't want it anymore
I don't want it anymore
I don't need it anymore
No more hope just closed doors
And as we walk into oblivion
Every step is a reminder of passing hours
Of passing days
Of passing lives
Of passing away