Time flies It stays up high above the ground I try to come to terms With my future tense I despise conformity The lies, the clenched fists I wish that I could feel A touch of sanity Lies of concrete As hard as stone, as cold as steel Dry bones broken Help me please, I need to feel Time flies It stays up high above the ground I try to come to terms With my future tense They want me to die The memory of pain I've known Piercing poignant pain I vow to never that way I vow to never that again I despise conformity The lies, the clenched fists I wish that I could feel A touch of sanity