Time's Anthem
It's a race with the sands and the hands on the face of that angry old man known as Time. He is strict and he's sober but there's one thing for sure, you won't see him coming.
That one thing's for sure.
There are faces and places, sensations- temptations! It will grow to such heights that your heart can not take it.
And you'll fall and you'll crawl through the ocean of sand- through that old man's grey hair and past violent grey hands. If you make it you'll stand in the pit of his eye, surrounded by blue and grey masses of sky, and through that great scope you will see everything- not simply a strand of his brittle bad dreams, but a full enclosed circle of every small thing.
If you fail, well you fail and there's not much to say.
We'll all say our piece and then walk right away.
And so what will I do? You may ask on this day, what will ensure that my life's not a waste?
In the words of a man that's much greater than I- Rage, rage against the dimming of the light.
Rage my dear friend, and put up a fight. Rage, rage against the dimming of the light.
That one thing's for sure.
There are faces and places, sensations- temptations! It will grow to such heights that your heart can not take it.
And you'll fall and you'll crawl through the ocean of sand- through that old man's grey hair and past violent grey hands. If you make it you'll stand in the pit of his eye, surrounded by blue and grey masses of sky, and through that great scope you will see everything- not simply a strand of his brittle bad dreams, but a full enclosed circle of every small thing.
If you fail, well you fail and there's not much to say.
We'll all say our piece and then walk right away.
And so what will I do? You may ask on this day, what will ensure that my life's not a waste?
In the words of a man that's much greater than I- Rage, rage against the dimming of the light.
Rage my dear friend, and put up a fight. Rage, rage against the dimming of the light.