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No time for mourning
No time for guilt
These endless hours to nowhere
No time for forgivness
No time to care
My eye's a cold and vacant stare
My self resentment has made me cold
No use in trying
You'll always fail
You're sent in to the walls of hell
No time for mercy
No time for doubt
You're waiting for that final hour
My self resentment has made me cold
These broken arms hold their own
Watching waiting
Feeling sober, wanting to be my own
No time for crying
You're sealed your fate
You're sent in to the walls of hate
My self resentment has made me cold
These broken arms still hold their own
My self resentment
