Prisoners of time sesetive to survial.
Life is but owning a moment in time.
All with a chance to live longer.
But are we ready?
What have you been waiting for?
Quiet I can see it now crusing so close to home.
A simple crowd taking photographs of unknown faces.
As you pace yourself towards your fortune.
The end is near with so little company.
Help trapped in an exsistence of tortune.
They're coming to save you, just hold on a little longer.
It's to late, I want you to know its okay now.