Time is running out of my hands,
I kept sleeping as if magicked by a wand.
I felt like a mass of sand scorching in the heat of a desert, unsettled by the blowing air, burning in the fire.
Never I care what if I went wrong, just listen to my mind, tried to be one of a kind.
Diluted in this environment of hell, there is little left in me and I know im gonna fell.
Just cant change the way Im, my single track mind do it all, with all the people in this world they got to believe what I am.
