Time To Kill

by Wicklow

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lyrics

Welcome to hell. I introduce to you, a brand new prime. A psalm of our time. Idle hands are the devil's playground. Perverse, the curse that force your moral's way down. I slight in all so well, I've got time to kill. One stock I'll take on the rest home. (One stock I'll take the rest home.) Once stocked, I'll stow for the worst. (Stocked I'll stow for worse.) No one is asking. (No.) No tell, no tale. I fought, I solved. I diffused into gold. I ran the rake that scraped the veil between two tainted worlds. Enough waiting. It's in my veins. The clock has stopped, as now I've got time to kill. Great big world wide open. Begging to be broken. All the time in the world (Time in the world) is wasting away. (Wasting away) Of all things, (Of all things) it ends today. (It ends today.) Know what's too real, (Know what's too real) and what's for sale. (And what's for sale.) My soul's been sold, (Soul's been sold) so such is stale. Great big world wide open. Begging to be broken. Lie in rest for far too long. Keen tuned senses are far gone. Rise the fallen, and ate your young. Rewrote the psalm, and blocked sun. I earned the hatred raging scorn. My tribe has denied I was ever born. Now I sleep 'neath human skin sheets. Ready to wake at the first sign, or mention, of hate. I am bound by all. Sold my weight in soul. Rest there be, peace in decease.