Shiva dances stepping on the remains
Of every man, woman and child
That once had dreams in their veins
Another day, another cycle begins
The angels laugh cause all our lives
Are just a flap of their wings

Time
Isn't it sublime?
To waste it is a crime
Cause all our story
Is just another rhyme
It isn't worth a dime
We all will be dead sometime
So why are we chasing glory
If it won't last for long?

The dancer spinning on the stripclub tonight
Just like the mother goddess
She brings all the world on her thighs
Only through lust can life come out to the light
So why do we keep ourselves from seeing
That the lust as divine

Time
Isn't it sublime?
To waste it is a crime
Cause all our story
Is just another rhyme
It isn't worth a dime
We all will be dead sometime
So why are we chasing glory
If it won't last for long?

Could we all be gods facing their fears?
Drowning themselves in their own sweat and tears?
Maybe God is listening through my ears
And my face is the mask in which He disappears

Tick tock, tick tock
Time is passing and it won't stop
So instead of waiting for our bubble to pop
We could find a way to bypass the clock

There's nothing waiting in the next moment
Nothing but suffering and torment
Right here, right now
We could be gods, somehow
Because every time is always now