Time is seeping between my hands.
 The clock is ticking.
 Days fly by.
 Time is seeping into my thoughts.
 There's no mistaking what's to come.
 I live my life.
 I have no choice.
 No voice.
 The line's not getting any shorter.
 The road we're taking is straight and narrow.
 Looking forward.
 Nothing is clear.
 One thing is certain: The end is near.