Creaking of the arrows, high and higher Alarms the conscious side of mind Warning what's behind Loud and clear Trying to wake up Keep up, don't crum up There's so much you can take I can't, I won't; will I find my way to go The evolution of an era of a punishing crowd Fear, I am near The evolution of an era making people count down By the time Finally caught up Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round Another victim is impaled on its spear Lost his battle on its hunting ground We're heading to a dead end Which drags us down Where the timeless hides Striking in his maze Dense, heavy clouds leaning Back onto your head Run with their weight Endlessly chasing Occupy your brains up to the rim Overflows when you add one more piece to it By the time Finally caught up Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round Another victim is impaled on its spear Lost his battle on its hunting ground Lose, you'll win; admit you're tired Play the new round, when one's sacrificed Stop chasing the arrows; let the wheel of time Make you the hunted to ride its flight By the time Finally caught up Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round Another victim is impaled on its spear Lost his battle on its hunting... By the time You stopped to catch up Clocks kept ticking you postponed the last round Another victor rides along on its spear Won this battle on its hunting ground