No countering the clock; Loose threads won't interlock
Let's rewind only to find there's no gears, no ties that bind
Time lost in clips, grain's lost in drips
Come to grips, your rope is clipped
The hourglass cannot be flipped
Turn back the sands of time
Memories start to haze
Skin cracks, hair turns gray
Chronophobic disillusions
Only one concrete conclusion
Possessions won't be saved, paths that won't be paved
No matter how or when you go, you'll always have a grave
Lost it all to father time
Slowly lose track of your mind
Feel life is getting shorter
Can't put all this into order
Learn to take shallow breaths
Crying out your thoughts of death
A lifetime of banality
Damnation in your finality
Turn back the sands of time