Time from Accidental Days by Chase Tremaine

Do we really think our time will come?
What am I gonna say when mine’s all gone?
Days turn into years and years into blurs,
And I am not sure which one is worse:
To not get the time in the first place
Or to let it all just go to waste.
Do we really think our time will come?
Where does it go and where’s it from?

Have you ever had a passing thought
Unrelated to getting what you want?
Does it all come down to sex and greed,
Do we have a more primal human creed?
When are we finally going to learn,
Meaning’s not found in what we earn.
Am I gonna get it through my head --
There’s emptiness in every bed.

If a bold-faced lie can be my truth
Then I’ve drunk from the fountain of youth
If you ever see me acting tired,
It’s just an act -- I won’t expire
I’ll outlast the skies and seas,
Make myself king where’er I please
Will I have fewer problems if I never die?
I will never understand this thing called time.

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