Time, time, time

minutes to go, searching crime

Outside, people

they're marching the streets

We're looking out the windows

and hearing them preach



Dying like an unborn - you decide

Looking like Tut Ankh Amon - mummified

The days are gone - He never came

Just us waiting - what a shame



Reflecting us in pictures - scoring

Our relations shit-crapped - boring



My full-sized mirror is better than you

Now marching the streets is the things you do