waging a war of wills against time

staring down the face that hides behind hands

always running behind those hands

i will cut them leave time blind

but i'm still behind

isn't all the waiting for

some great reward

or am i waiting

just waiting

dawn goes down to grey

oh joy another phlegm sky day

if i worked it all away

would i know what to do

with these hands

what would i find

isn't all the waiting for

some great reward

or am i waiting

just waiting

waiting to die