Anvil Chandelier

The passing hours of life Numb the pain of the pounding fists of consequence swelling on my skin The festering wounds of a desire I've yet to obtain Makes it hard to see the truth yet still I strain The faint promise of a future and things I've never had lies fed where I was still pondering The youth stolen from me and now I realize all I could've had And now you tell me all I could've had And now you give me all I could've had I don't want it anymore I don't need it anymore No more hope just closed doors And as we walk into oblivion Every step is a reminder Of passing hours Of passing days Of passing lives of passing away --- Anvil Chandelier - Disembodied