Too many rifles at your head
Too many lives from which youve fled
Too many stains in your bed
Too many wounds that never bled
Too many tears still to be shed
Too many reason to be dead

Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down
Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down

Too many things you shouldnt have said
Cant see a clearing up ahead
This silly mess that youre in
Will all the time be deepening

Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down
Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down

Time burns you down each day time after time
You try and tear yourself away
And your thirst grows and grows
And you cant find the well
The clue you need to know
Only time will tell