Time is turning us and we are late
Eternity doesn't last, but present holds its place
They beg sometimes for some saving grace
Where do you hide when you're running out of space

The distance grows and lays waste
The metamorphosis in haste
The light can only be chased

Time is killing us and we are late
Irrelevant at an alarming rate
I am rebelling against my fate
What's your legacy if you don't create

A life lived in a stalemate
Why kneel when you can be great
Time has forced us into this state