In Time

Time
Why must it fly so slow?
Waiting
Is something that's easy for you
Pull the plug
Send it down the drain
Pain
Is easy to get used to

What's in me
Is in you
What's got me
Has got you

And everything told
Must come true
Pretending to be real
Forgetting who you are

Sin
Is always at my door
Slice the vein
Blood spilled on the floor
Light
Shining in my eyes
Death, he he
Greets me with a smile

Yeaaaahhhhhh!

Pain
So much pain
Pain
So much pain

Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh