Anvil Chandelier

The passing hours of life 
Numb the pain of the pounding fists of consequence swelling on my skin 
The festering wounds of a desire I've yet to obtain Makes it hard to see the truth yet still I strain 
The faint promise of a future and things 
I've never had lies fed where I was still pondering 
The youth stolen from me and now I realize all I could've had 
And now you tell me all I could've had 
And now you give me all I could've had 
I don't want it anymore 
I don't need it anymore 
No more hope just closed doors 
And as we walk into oblivion 
Every step is a reminder 
Of passing hours 
Of passing days 
Of passing lives of passing away