Over there that little mountain rises, some others dissolve into a plain. Time itself and falls in sadness, grain by grain ... "Time, my dear, heals all the wounds", the two-tongues echoes to say. But nothing, nothing here, this pain remains and will not go away.
"I weak, as I grew old, and time itself has made me slow ... And as I close my eyes in sadness, a thousand come and go ..."
Might enough to all and also cruel enough to reveal, but all the wounds and scars he carries force nor kiss can ever heal.
Time heals nothing, nothing, ... Spitefully turns and laughs. Leaves you half-broken and in defiance is only added scar ... (x2)
Call it "blind" how he is writhing, counting hours, ... The pain it and glows in tides, unable to vanish, unwilling to cease ...
Time nothing, nothing, nothing ... Pushes 'till we're into different flesh. heals nothing, nothing, nothing - Petrified with some unnameable shame...
"Time's claw, I am losing hold". They say: "There is no hope for you on earth. Time either still or rushing ... - In any case it will always turn out worse ..." Time is fleeting, time stands still, it for no-one and you are trapped within. But I do dream of the light - You're only falling back the left-hand side...
"How I wish what I was and rest in final peace ... But even the luxury of death can't cure the that time cannot heal ..."