Time To Die

It's time to die

all your pictures and all your pieces

two months to write

all your alibis to your pretense

i hear a voice

"am i following in your footsteps?"

i clear the noise

with the following of your footsteps

oh i recall

all the promises that you emptied

clipped off, pull the branches in

consumed, with the overhead

more room for everyone

relief, for they came in

good news

good news for everyone

we tuned, on the able heads

to the news, of the up ahead

no use for everyone

listen up for what the channel said

your pain

your pain is everyones

your running off again