Sinombre
Seven
Waging a war of wills against timeStaring down the face that hides behind handsAlways running behind those handsI will cut them leave time blindBut I'm still behindIsn't all the waiting forSome great rewardOr am I waitingJust waitingDawn goes down to greyOh joy another phlegm sky dayIf I worked it all awayWould I know what to doWith these handsWhat would I findIsn't all the waiting forSome great rewardOr am I waitingJust waitingWaiting to die
From Letras Mania