He drinks his whiskey and his coffee black, Days away from a heart attack He knows... he's not getting younger Haunted by his dreams off track, Smoke a cigarette and push 'em back, He knows... the day is coming I see fear in your eyes, your eyes, your eyes Suffocating, so frustrating, Every day, the way you live your life Filling up on empty, scripted lies I watch you fading, desecrating everything in sight, The trigger pulls itself without a fight, When you're living a bloodshot life (He's) got a vision of demons' eyes, Burnin' holes inside his mind He knows... they're coming for him Runnin' out of second tries, Tick tock, the clock is winding down And he ain't got shit 'Cause in the end... there's no time, no time, no time