Paroles de Hours As Battlegrounds

Tick tock Blink and you're gone Eight billion portions Of egos of epic proportion Ludicrous bustling forage Of omnivorous Cradle, grave Sandstorm in the hourglass Hours as battlegrounds, minutes as weapons Seconds as bullets that pierce empty skulls The curious case of John Doe You never even lived and yet you die You never even lived and yet you die Ambitious marriage Of hydrogen and carbon Daring to dream beyond The puddle where it belongs Uroboros invites you to his feast Rsvp Funeral attire required