No keeping pace So out of place Derelict contradiction Forced as our prediction No time and place Write and erase These elements avert you They're nothing to hold on to
The same Decay Persists, passed down as something to Purvey Don't waste Away The calendar fills its page again So don't wait
Falling through Each day anew The hourglass sand Spilling forth from our hands Awkward pause Awaiting draws Disappointment to cement As anger and resentment
The same Decay Persists, passed down as something to Purvey Don't waste Away The calendar fills its page again So don't wait
Disembodied voices Channels void of all the noises In our heads Disembodied voices Channels void of all the noises In our heads Disembodied voices Channels void of all the noises In our heads Though our writing's just begun I feel as though we've won
The same Decay Persists, passed down as something to Purvey Don't waste Away The calendar fills its page again So don't wait The same Decay Persists, passed down as something to Purvey Don't waste Away The calendar fills its page again So don't wait