The passing hours of life 

numb the pain of the pounding fists of consequence swelling on my skin 

the festering wounds of desire I have yet to obtain 

makes it hard to see the truth yet still I strain 

the faint promise of a future and thins 

I never had lies fed where I was still pondering 

the youth stolen from me and now i relize all i could have had 

and now you tell me all i could have had 

and now you give me all i could have had 

but i dont want it anymore 

I don't want it anymore 

I don't need it anymore 

No more hope just closed doors 

and as we walk into oblivion 

every step is a reminder of passing hours 

of passing days 

of passing lives 

of passing away