Rushing in and out, and in and out of my mind

We live and obey with some kind of hate

Dreading the time to come when we've got no, no time at all

I want to take the time to stop and think

About doing this, and what it might mean to be

When I close my eyes, there's nothing but darkness revealed

It's right there in front of me

Looking forward for a taste of things to come

I can't see familiar faces on anyone

Life is trying to pass me by

But not this time

I am not afraid

Mat Bruso of Bury Your Dead

You're not getting older, you're just getting old

And your finish wears thin as your stories get told

Yet you've somehow impressed her, she's already sold

The one page in your book that's still shining in gold says

"Wishing for the years to flash by

Has left me blind

I'm waiting for the few fleeting moments

Where the world makes sense to me"

I want to take the time to stop and think

About doing this, and what it might mean to be

When I close my eyes, there's nothing but darkness revealed

It's right there in front of me

Looking forward for a taste of things to come

I can't see familiar faces on anyone

Life is trying to pass me by

But not this time

I am not afraid

I am not afraid

My search continues for a taste of things to come

I can't see familiar faces on anyone

Life is trying its best to pass by

But not this time

I am not afraid

I am not afraid