It's just me against the wall till i'm losing sight
all the things that I had still count for me
the unknown takes it all out my hands
can't control the unseen

Slowly morphing inside my shell
shoving dirt from the past thats killing me
I think time is moving, non-consistently
but what do I care, either way it's resisting me.

There was once somthing beautifull
when time and dreams were things so dull
catching up what I missed for so long
but it's couping and running away.

(שיר מטאל שכתבתי וגם הלחנתי)