Turn Back

Our lives are all about chances and circumstances

And hopes that it will advance us

Maybe one day we can have the answers

What is life, what is death, and what comes after that?

And why do the call life a gift if it gets taken back

So contradictive our existence to be specific

The need to be prolific

Superseeds our goal of coexistence

It's kind of ironic fueled by grief of valued possesions

And in the end we decompose back to nothing and sensless

You'd figure by now we would get it, leave it, cease and desist it

With every instance exhibit ignorance with persistance

Would a creator take credit, creating all of us?

Or would our God rather just refrain and remain anonymous

To tired to move on, too far to turn back

To late to right wrongs, you better move fast

Proverbial sands fall through the hourglass

As time becomes our emphasis nemesis as the hours pass

While looking for the savior

All alone we roam in the land of the haters

Everybody wanna raid us, rape us

Forsake us, tame us, man it's so heinous

Acts of aggression, blasting the weapon

Hey let me ask you a question, with a lack of affection

Dissipate, eliminate, obliviate all in reflection

Sink back to obscurity straight to the bottom of the depths

In this mess of impurity

Haters are insecurity

Surely, purposely gotta stop prematurily

Ain't nowhere to go I can't stop bellow

When the flames burn high and your heart has froze cold

Never really thought about the path you chose

Left to die in misery alone

You gotta make a change while you can

Because time is flying and it waits for no man

Keep soul control of your whole life span

And it holds the roll of Psalms in it's right hand

Try to make amends make it right with friends

Make use of the time you spend

And never look back at the past again

Can you get your soul back, well it just depends

To tired to move on, too far to turn back

To late to right wrongs, you better move fast

Proverbial sands fall through the hourglass

As time becomes our emphasis nemesis as the hours pass

Everything as we know it is merely perception

Even time the adventure of life synthetic invention

There are those that wander in search of direction

Aimlessly seeking divine intervention

Perhaps one day, they will make the most profound connection

That what matters most in this world is our intention

Born into a specific place in mankind

Positive or negative energy

The only thing we'll leave behind

To tired to move on, too far to turn back

To late to right wrongs, you better move fast

Proverbial sands fall through the hourglass

As time becomes our emphasis nemesis as the hours pass