Embrace a razor of ideals 
Caught on broken crosses, broken wheels 
Clock hands that turn like scything blades 
Cut down our hopes and our days 

Time's sands are falling to the floor 
We follow them down into the earth once more 

Love like a garland sickly sweet 
How soon it fades, how soon it cheats 
On all our hearts the worms will feast 
For [bad word] [bad word] deceit 

Time's sands are falling to the floor 
We follow them down into the earth once more