Aesthetic Perfection - The 11th Hour lyrics

Forsake All emotion I do it violently Each day Time's running away Our fate Getting closer I'm climbing up the walls Betrayed Clock's ticking away Demise Left to nothing A casket to call my own Despised Lonely and afraid Our time Inching forward The hands creep quietly Tonight Waiting for the grave Time waits for no man It's closing in on all of us Don't be impatient Clock's ticking down for everyone Time waits for no man It hunts you down and cuts you up Don't be impatient Clock's ticking down for everyone Time waits for no man Time waits for no man Time waits for no man Waits For No Man