A stroll down memory lane revealed gaps as large as years

Ambition had the same properties as a butchers blade

The solstice in their eyes betrayed a change of seasons in their minds

Reversed the hourglass impatiently for more wasted time to pass

Fusion and confusion hand in hand

Numb to what the heart demands

Seize what little time we have

What we have left

Here comes

The

Wintertime

With snow to cover our crimes

And supervise our swift demise

As we urge it to pass us by

Killing time was a grave mistake

Sleeping through the years

Now I can't awake

Fusion and confusion hand in hand

Numb to what the heart demands

Seize what little time we have

What we have left

Or can't you see that gold is closer to lead then we care for

And that marble is merely stone

Precious moments pass to fast

Faint

New memories kill the last

On the run

Come undone

I may never

Weren't those the days

My friends

Live life without tomorrow

Now it seems that I'm the subject of a tragedy

All my goals achieved

But can't recall the roads I travelled

Count the memories on my hands

My empty

Aging hands

Slow it down

Look around in this bitter deception

Fusion and confusion hand in hand

Numb to what the heart demands

Seize what little time we have

What we have left