Time, time, time
minutes to go, searching crime
Outside, people
they're marching the streets
We're looking out the windows
and hearing them preach
Dying like an unborn - you decide
Looking like Tut Ankh Amon - mummified
The days are gone - He never came
Just us waiting - what a shame
Reflecting us in pictures - scoring
Our relations shit-crapped - boring
My full-sized mirror is better than you
Now marching the streets is the things you do