Have you ever got the feeling that there's no time left? Or maybe that it's running out faster than you think, faster than you could possibly imagine? Do you ever get to feeling like that when you're lying in your lover's arms talking a bunch of shit that seems to make sense at the time, but not really, because you know that tomorrow you won't feel that way? And you know it all the while and still you go along with it for some reason and you don't know what that reason is, but you never stop to question it because your so wrapped up in some shit that's making you blind?
Do you ever get to feeling like that when someone is stringing you along to your death by wasting your time with bullshit and lies that feel good? Do you ever get that feeling? Do you? Ever at all? Do you think you'll be here forever? Do you ever think that wasting time is losing time? Do you ever think that losing time is gaing on your death? Not death that doesn't touch you, like in a movie or in a magazine or in some fucking cause that you give your money to, but your death. The real death, the one that takes your life. Do you ever feel like there's no air to breathe? Like things are getting tight and heavy in your chest? Do you ever get the feeling in your guts like it's going to be over sooner than later and sooner as every hour passes, as every minute, as every second goes by? Do you ever feel like the air is being sucked out of you? Do you ever feel like running until you burst into flames and explode? I do.
I've got a stopwatch strapped to my brain. Got a death trip man screaming in my ear. I've got a part animal part machine vision diggin it's spurs into my side screaming "Faster you idiot, the sun is coming up!"
Do you ever get to feeling like that when someone is stringing you along to your death by wasting your time with bullshit and lies that feel good? Do you ever get that feeling? Do you? Ever at all? Do you think you'll be here forever? Do you ever think that wasting time is losing time? Do you ever think that losing time is gaing on your death? Not death that doesn't touch you, like in a movie or in a magazine or in some fucking cause that you give your money to, but your death. The real death, the one that takes your life. Do you ever feel like there's no air to breathe? Like things are getting tight and heavy in your chest? Do you ever get the feeling in your guts like it's going to be over sooner than later and sooner as every hour passes, as every minute, as every second goes by? Do you ever feel like the air is being sucked out of you? Do you ever feel like running until you burst into flames and explode? I do.
I've got a stopwatch strapped to my brain. Got a death trip man screaming in my ear. I've got a part animal part machine vision diggin it's spurs into my side screaming "Faster you idiot, the sun is coming up!"
I think that is what time must be like.