Ramshackled, ramshackled, ramshackled all we children
This tunnel and this vision -
can't you see it come down to fruition?
This spiral that turns to a stairway -
can't you see the thin line on your face?
Can't you see our time is running its course?
Don't you feel like it's the end of your days?
Can't you feel without a doubt
that your time is running out?
I'm watching, and you're waiting -
don't even notice that it's separate ways
and I bet you don't even remember -
you had a chance to be my mind's abolition
Can't you see your time is nothing but numbers?
Found in the boss's bottom line your labor?
You better worry, though it's not your fault
that your time is running out
It's the rise and the fall
It's the sleep and the dream
It's waking up again when you have work at six thirty...
I once had a dream that an ocean wave tall
fell upon the shore, only heeding its call
Every night, another tidal wave falls
to wash away the waste, leaving nothing at all
