Lonely Assassins

Do you dream of the life you’d like to have?
Do you love old things? Do they make you sad?
The thought of losing your loved ones fills you with fear
The cold stone statues know you’re here
Don’t turn your back, blink and your dead
Your stolen moments left unread
The touch of an Angel, cold and fast
Your future will lie in the past
They’re the creatures of the abstract
They feast on the days you may have had
They’re lonely assassins made of ston
Just close your eyes, thn you’re gone
Don’t turn your back, blink and your dead
Your stolen moments left unread
The touch of an Angel, cold and fast
Your future will lie in the past
They’re faster than you can believe
On potential energy they’ll feed
Displaced in time by an ancient hand
Or quantum locked by a single glance