In Time

                                  Time, why must it fly so slow

Waiting, is something that's easy for you

Pull the plug, send it down the drain

Pain is easy to get used to



What's in me, is in you

What's got me, has got you

And everything told, must come true

Pretending to be real, forgetting who you are



Sin, is always at my door

Slice the vein, blood spilled on the floor

Light shining in my eyes

Death greets me with a smile



Pain

So much pain

Pain

So much pain