| A stroll down memory lane revealed gaps as large as years | |
| Ambition had the same properties as a butchers blade | |
| the solstice in their eyes betrayed a change of seasons in their minds | |
| Reversed the hourglass impatiently for more wasted time to pass | |
| Fusion and confusion hand in hand, numb to what the heart demands | |
| Seize what little time we have... What we have left | |
| Here comes (the) wintertime, with snow to cover our crimes | |
| and supervise our swift demise, as we urge it to pass us by | |
| Killing time was a grave mistake | |
| Sleeping through the years.. | |
| Now I can't awake! | |
| Fusion and confusion hand in hand, numb to what the heart demands | |
| Seize what little time we have... What we have left | |
| Or can't you see that gold is closer to lead then we care for? | |
| And that marble is merely stone? | |
| Precious moments pass to fast | |
| Faint, new memories kill the last | |
| On the run | |
| Come undone? | |
| I may never | |
| Weren't those the days, my friends? | |
| Live life without tomorrow | |
| Now it seems that I'm the subject of a tragedy | |
| All my goals achieved, but can't recall the roads I travelled | |
| Count the memories on my hands | |
| my empty, aging hands | |
| Slow it down | |
| Look around in this bitter deception | |
| Fusion and confusion hand in hand, numb to what the heart demands | |
| Seize what little time we have... What we have left |