no time for mourning

no time for guilt

these endless hours to nowhere



no time for forgivness

no time to care

my eye's a cold and vacant stare



my self resentment has made me cold



no use in trying

you'll always fail

you're sent in to the walls of hell



no time for mercy

no time for doubt

you're waiting for that final hour



my self resentment has made me cold

these broken arms hold their own



watching waiting

feeling sober, wanting to be my own



no time for crying

you're sealed your fate

you're sent in to the walls of hate



my self resentment has made me cold

these broken arms still hold their own

my self resentment