Watch the hourglass drain itself, watch the smiles grow forced.
In retrospect, nothing turned out the way I thought; all is lost.
I guess I'm overly philosophical, but that's just my cross.
'Cause every time I stop to watch the present I see the corpse, decayed, of what once was.
Time's our guide on the path of life, and it's leading us astray as the blood turns cold.
All love lost
We all feed on expectation and dreams; damn whoever gets in the way.
The loved one today might be the scapegoat to be;
Fuck or get fucked-it's always been that way.
All is lost
Sweet promises whispered by lovers at night, given with passion before.
Say them again, look into my eyes and tell me- who's the whore?
The deceiver will think himself deceived
Forming a truth of his own, as they always do.
It's only a matter of what you want to believe,
But in the end we've got nothing-Everything's lost.
Time's our guide on the path of life, and it's leading us astray
As the blood turns cold. Everything's lost