LYRIC



Adrift in the constancy of now. Wearing a sour grimace I go onward somehow, go onward somehow, go onward somehow. I go on somehow.

The knives of time relent.
The knives of time relent.
The knives of time relent.
The knives of time relent.
The knives of time relent.
The knives of time relent… and to me peace is finally lent.

The taste of life dulls on my tongue, as the blackened smog enters each lung. Breathless, breathless, I drown in the air around. Loneliness abounds.

The knives of time relent.
The knives of time relent.
The knives of time relent.
The knives of time relent.
The knives of time relent.
The knives of time relent… and to me peace is finally lent.

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