| There were moments of dreams | |
| I was offered to save. | |
| I lived less like a workhorse, | |
| more like a slave. | |
| I thought that one quick moment | |
| that was noble or brave | |
| would be worth the most of my life. | |
| So I pointed my fingers | |
| and shouted few quotes I knew, | |
| as if something that's written | |
| should be taken as true. | |
| But every path I had taken | |
| and conclusion I drew | |
| would put truth back under the knife. | |
| And now the only piece of advice that continues to help | |
| is anyone that's making anything new only breaks something else. | |
| When my time comes, | |
| Oh oh oh oh. | |
| When my time comes, | |
| Oh oh oh oh. | |
| So I took what I wanted | |
| and put it out of my reach. | |
| I wanted to pay for my successes | |
| with all my defeats. | |
| And if Heaven was all | |
| that was promised to me | |
| why don't I pray for death? | |
| Now it seems like the unravelling | |
| started too soon. | |
| Now I'm sleeping in hallways | |
| and I'm drinking perfume, | |
| and I'm speaking to mirrors, | |
| and I'm howling at moons, | |
| while the worse and the | |
| worse that it gets. | |
| Oh you can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks. | |
| Yes, you can stare into the abyss, but it's starin' right back. | |
| When my time comes, | |
| Oh oh oh oh. | |
| When my time comes, | |
| Oh oh oh oh. | |
| Well you can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks. | |
| Yes, you can stare into the abyss, but it's starin' right back. | |
| When my time comes, | |
| Oh oh oh oh. | |
| When my time comes, | |
| Oh oh oh oh. | |
| When my time comes, | |
| Oh oh oh oh. |