Hands of Time
When the sound of time comes knocking at your door you feel the fear
When the light is gone, the cold suggests you that the end is near
Every day is traveling faster than the other ones before
We will pass away if we stand here and watch how we grow old
We grow old
We grow old...
The hands of time are running out of breath
The more I try to slow them down the more I feel I'm dead
This hall of mirrors snaring me is driving me insane
How could I let it get this far
How could it all be just a game
Can you see the wheel of time, rolling on and on once more?
So you know that if the time will stops, we'll become bags of bones.
So many people died, they all have tried to stop this endless curse
Please forgive us, it's the only way we have to save our souls
Save our souls
Save our souls...
The hands of time are running out of breath
The more I try to slow them down the more I feel I'm dead
This hall of mirrors snaring me is driving me insane
How could I let it get this far
How could it all be just a game
The hands of time are running out of breath
The more I try to slow them down the more I feel I'm dead
This hall of mirrors snaring me is driving me insane
How could I let it get this far
How could it all be just a game
The wheel of time is running without rest
The more I try to slow it down, the more it drives me mad
This hall of broken mirrors no longer bounds my hands
This is how I quit that game
I'm free at last, far from this land
When the light is gone, the cold suggests you that the end is near
Every day is traveling faster than the other ones before
We will pass away if we stand here and watch how we grow old
We grow old
We grow old...
The hands of time are running out of breath
The more I try to slow them down the more I feel I'm dead
This hall of mirrors snaring me is driving me insane
How could I let it get this far
How could it all be just a game
Can you see the wheel of time, rolling on and on once more?
So you know that if the time will stops, we'll become bags of bones.
So many people died, they all have tried to stop this endless curse
Please forgive us, it's the only way we have to save our souls
Save our souls
Save our souls...
The hands of time are running out of breath
The more I try to slow them down the more I feel I'm dead
This hall of mirrors snaring me is driving me insane
How could I let it get this far
How could it all be just a game
The hands of time are running out of breath
The more I try to slow them down the more I feel I'm dead
This hall of mirrors snaring me is driving me insane
How could I let it get this far
How could it all be just a game
The wheel of time is running without rest
The more I try to slow it down, the more it drives me mad
This hall of broken mirrors no longer bounds my hands
This is how I quit that game
I'm free at last, far from this land
Credits
Writer(s): Dawin Polanco
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