Let's not pretend we go on and on, gloom will be chasing you down. Use the same excuses, to kick the can on down the road. How long, How long - until time starts standing still. How long, How long - until I find my resting place. Picture yourself in ten years are you still around or have you disappeared. Do want you want there's no master plan, dig to China with your bare hands. I know how far it goes but there's art in [bad word] up. How long, How long - until time starts standing still. How long, How long - until I find my resting place. I see it now in the stained glass windows and black panes, in the eyes of the priests that led us so for off based. Just missed the question, it's not God who decides the [bad word] of Christ. It makes me feel so sick inside. To have been fed such foolish lies, there's no guilt in suicide. It's your choice when your ready to die and I hope you do. I hear you loud, I hear you clearly and I understand, I understand now. Can [bad word] to terms with how things are, nothings ever good enough, it's only a matter of time... before our downward climb. How long