over look the falling grains of sand   overturn the constant hour glass   streaming in to all of my demands   thousands of eyes being read      upside down we stay and wait   for every hidden piece to fall in the place   not a matter of give, not a matter of fate   thousand of lives do stand      the rhythm of time      coming into vision, lost behind the plan   running with a mission to always move ahead   voyaging the unknown seams and threads   thousand miles left to dread      overly embedded in our minds   a better way to live and die   we march to the beat of a lie   while the drumbeat leads us in to      the rhythm of time      overlook the falling grains of sand   overturn the constant hour glass   streaming in to all of my demands   thousands of eyes being read      upside down we stay and wait   for every hidden piece to fall in the place   not a matter of give,   not a matter of fate thousand of lives do stand      the rhythm of time...