Trying to hold the sands of time at bay yet another day
In the hour glass, wasting away
Going through the motions
Making age stop is just a series of notions
The ticking of the clock never stops
and so when you sop and the realization bops
The balancing act you've begun doing
Causes death to see you with an interest accruing
He takes your soul
Leaving your corpse to rot in a hole
Leading you away
Something you can't hold at bay
---