Time Songtext
von Waves Like Walls
Time Songtext
Death
Is a righteous fate
You can try to run, but you will never escape
Destruction, while it once destroyed
Your legacy null and fucking void
And you finally feel it seeping through
The race inside your mind
Time
Will send you down where you belong
Time
No eulogy, no mourning song
Stuck in a maze
Always wanting the most
You keep chasing highs
But you′ll keep earning lows
Destruction
Your legacy null and fucking
Time
Will send you down where you belong
Time
No eulogy, no mourning song
Was it really worth it?
Were you really there?
Is there anything left of you?
Does anybody care?
Build an empire, rule them all
Just a leap before the fall
Build an empire, rule them all
Just another futile step before you fall
Time
Will send you down where you belong
Time
No eulogy, no fucking mourning song
Was it really worth it all?
Were you ever there?
Is there anything left of all the things you did not share?
Was it really worth it all?
And time will end us all
Is a righteous fate
You can try to run, but you will never escape
Destruction, while it once destroyed
Your legacy null and fucking void
And you finally feel it seeping through
The race inside your mind
Time
Will send you down where you belong
Time
No eulogy, no mourning song
Stuck in a maze
Always wanting the most
You keep chasing highs
But you′ll keep earning lows
Destruction
Your legacy null and fucking
Time
Will send you down where you belong
Time
No eulogy, no mourning song
Was it really worth it?
Were you really there?
Is there anything left of you?
Does anybody care?
Build an empire, rule them all
Just a leap before the fall
Build an empire, rule them all
Just another futile step before you fall
Time
Will send you down where you belong
Time
No eulogy, no fucking mourning song
Was it really worth it all?
Were you ever there?
Is there anything left of all the things you did not share?
Was it really worth it all?
And time will end us all
Writer(s): Alan Parsons, Eric Norman Woolfson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com