Its time to let go of the past and embrace the future, to let go
of love and embrace torture. My hour glass called life is running low, times
running out with nowhere to go. Its time to stop looking back and look ahead,
one more backwards glance and ill wind up dead. Take my pain as i leave it all
behind, I'm as free as a bird and everyone is running blind. I'm was as powerful
as a god, now i lay at rest 6 feet beneath the sod. My time with you has ended,
my look on reality has all but warped and altered, but never mended. I'm as
lifeless as time itself, my dusty hourglass sits upon your forgotten shelf.
There's nothing but i pile of sand though the dirty glass, I'm burried upside
down so the whole world can kiss my a**.