Vanitas
Time spilled out
Like sands from an hourglass
Never thought it had a meaning
Now I see it meant a thing
Tell me, tell me
How should I sort my stuff each day
If the time ain't got the context
Past is served on plastic tray
I am not the blatant deadbeat
That corrupts the others lives
I am careful of my actions
When I'm dealing with a knife
I am a martyr trapped underneath the grime
My sweet savior
Please wake me up and then let me cry
For all my failures
Left inside a bubble when my time went by
Take into account your wasted days
Should have thought a little bit more at the first place
As so they never come back I see my dreams run by
On the path to the brain right from a blinded eye
Time spilled, I have no more
Let me spill some more
Clock is ticking in slow-mo
Look, I'm fucking twenty four, oh
Yeah, I'm living the moment
Trigger, shot and reloaded
I don't have time to loathe the fact
I'm just getting fucking older
Life in disorder
Tell me I'm nothing
Put me in the coffin
Let it be a fucking warning
For everybody not cherishing their life and
Don't mind me, I'm bluffing
Don't mind me, I'm nothing
All my distractions
Created a rift that broken me in half
Inside this fracture
My future plans are put aside
We've been living our lives in such a fast paced style
That I don't even remember how we spent our time
All those years
All those figures and their own stories
Are pinned into their faces in our memory
I have tried to recall it so it doesn't feel fake
But I refused to look back into the past that hurts
Sure, I know that I was mistaken
If you want to kick me when I'm down
Then tell me how can I relieve it then
Time spilled out
Like sands from an hourglass
Never thought it had a meaning
Now I see it meant a thing
Always blamed it on bad luck
If I knew the term of value
Maybe I would give a fuck
Like sands from an hourglass
Never thought it had a meaning
Now I see it meant a thing
Tell me, tell me
How should I sort my stuff each day
If the time ain't got the context
Past is served on plastic tray
I am not the blatant deadbeat
That corrupts the others lives
I am careful of my actions
When I'm dealing with a knife
I am a martyr trapped underneath the grime
My sweet savior
Please wake me up and then let me cry
For all my failures
Left inside a bubble when my time went by
Take into account your wasted days
Should have thought a little bit more at the first place
As so they never come back I see my dreams run by
On the path to the brain right from a blinded eye
Time spilled, I have no more
Let me spill some more
Clock is ticking in slow-mo
Look, I'm fucking twenty four, oh
Yeah, I'm living the moment
Trigger, shot and reloaded
I don't have time to loathe the fact
I'm just getting fucking older
Life in disorder
Tell me I'm nothing
Put me in the coffin
Let it be a fucking warning
For everybody not cherishing their life and
Don't mind me, I'm bluffing
Don't mind me, I'm nothing
All my distractions
Created a rift that broken me in half
Inside this fracture
My future plans are put aside
We've been living our lives in such a fast paced style
That I don't even remember how we spent our time
All those years
All those figures and their own stories
Are pinned into their faces in our memory
I have tried to recall it so it doesn't feel fake
But I refused to look back into the past that hurts
Sure, I know that I was mistaken
If you want to kick me when I'm down
Then tell me how can I relieve it then
Time spilled out
Like sands from an hourglass
Never thought it had a meaning
Now I see it meant a thing
Always blamed it on bad luck
If I knew the term of value
Maybe I would give a fuck
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Writer(s): Dariusz Urbański
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