Too many rifles at your head

Too many lives from which you've fled

Too many stains in your bed

Too many wounds that never bled

Too many tears still to be shed

Too many reason to be dead



Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down

Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down



Too many things you shouldn't have said

Can't see a clearing up ahead

This silly mess that you're in

Will all the time be deepening



Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down

Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down



Time burns you down each day time after time

You try and tear yourself away

And your thirst grows and grows

And you can't find the well

The clue you need to know

Only time will tell