Time Tells Time

Look through these empty eyes and past the desolation
In them is realized the drama of frustration
Taken paths worn down with life, sanctified with tension
On the glory of a working day is glory only to the boss man
And time will tell if time
Is standing by my side
And life will blink its eyes
As I work myself blind
We work ourselves in a blur of lust, liquor, and nostalgia
Tramp down the gravel on our streets like passive strikers
Take a pint of sins to wash away what should be guilty conscience
But guilt is somewhere far and away to shrug the system is how we like it
And time will tell if time
Is standing by my side
And life will blink its eyes
As I work myself blind
Look through these empty eyes and past the desolation
In them is realized the drama of frustration
Taken paths worn down with life, sanctified with tension
On the glory of a working day is glory only to the boss man
And time will tell if time
Is standing by my side
And life will blink its eyes
As I work myself blind