Paroles de Seven

waging a war of wills against time staring down the face that hides behind hands always running behind those hands i will cut them leave time blind but i'm still behind isn't all the waiting for some great reward or am i waiting just waiting dawn goes down to grey oh joy another phlegm sky day if i worked it all away would i know what to do with these hands what would i find isn't all the waiting for some great reward or am i waiting just waiting waiting to die