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...
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...