The chains that bind me will be shattered
The uniform I wear will be tattered
My bones will turn to dirt and dust
My car will break apart and rust
My memories will fade away
My tombstone will vanish some day

The gears of time move steadily
It's engineers work readily
For ever the machines will work and work
Surrounded by a misty murk
The machine will never stop for you
For it must follow a schedule too

Times will eventually pass,
Over everything will grow grass
What you have done will mean nothing
In a century or two of waiting
Time will pass, the world will fall
And then we will rewind it all