Lyrics Fiction Factory

Fiction Factory

No Time

Hours round the table, fighting for these tones

Oh it's a war in terms of heat,

Please sign here and now sign there, and

Action spreads like rabies, what's bitten twice is cold

Stain the blood of this fine man

And turn what in his grave

There's no time, just no time

While the words collapses around our ears

Time runs low

Papers replace tactics

And no one doubts a line

If I wait for progress due that

Thou shall nothing, I shall not

Read this page through questions of how who is fooling who?

Stain the soul of this fine men

The bluest of them all

There's no time, just no time

While the words collapses around our ears

Time runs low

There's no time, just no time

While the words collapses around our ears

Time runs low

There's no time, just no time

While the words collapses around our ears

The words collapses around our ears

The words collapses around our ears

Time runs low

There's no time, just no time

There's no time, just no time

There's no time, just no time

There's no time, just no time