Time Tells Time

look through these empty eyes and past the desolation in them is realized the drama of frustration taken paths worn down with life, sanctified with tension oh, the glory of a working day is glory only to the bossman

time will tell if time

is standing by my side

and life will blink its eyes

as I work myself blind

we hide ourselves in a blur of lust, liquor and nostalgia tramp down the gravel on our streets like passive strikers take a pint of sins to wash away what you should be guilty conscience but guilt is somewhere far and away to shrug the system is how we like it