A stroll down memory lane revealed gaps as large as years   Ambition had the same properties as a butcher's 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!      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?   Lived 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 my memories on my hands,   My empty, aging hands      Slow it down   Look around in this bitter deception