This is not a version of me

Of all the things you see

Cause I am undevidable

This dimensions belief

Is agreement to grief

Cause time is after them

What should they do?

What have they done?

If they could buy a piece of time

They already had one

And the stars rest alight

They don't care about time

In their heavenly night

When the last man had died

They softly wave goodbye

This is not a version of me

Of all the things you see

Cause I am not untouchable

I'm the first to succeed

What is time after all?

Is it the same way for me?