As the sands of time fills the hourglass
The lines weighing on our face as the days pass
Panic setting in, our mortality

A picture-perfect reminiscence of what used to be

Like a car crash, like a car crash
The coiled serpent seared away by the sun
Like a car crash, like a car crash
A dead-eyed vision of what could have been done

Bloodshot restless nights, wings now clipped with age
The ghost of promise echoes louder at this tired stage
The teething of regret, clamps at wasted years
Imperative of shedding skin infused with future fears

Like a car crash, like a car crash
The coiled serpent seared away by the sun
Like a car crash, like a car crash
A dead-eyed vision of what could have been done

The paint dries quicker in a blurry shattered state
Waiting impatient for the end
For the scythe swings closer while pray for the cull
The grains slipping quick beneath the bends
It was all a waste, our presence in this place
We claw and writhe into the fire
Oh the burdens of our youth
Only longed for now deceased
The former flower dries and wilts with stale desire
It was all a waste, our presence in this place
It was all a waste, our presence in this place
It was all a waste, our presence in this place