Black Hands of Time

If I looked and act
The years on my face
I see some-thousand heart-aches
Stretching across the great void
Trying to summon a voice
If I could turn back
The Black Hands of Time
I would not just live my life
As I had done in the past
I could be clean at last
How would you like
To live a charmed life
Know I feel deep in my breast
Hungry and mighty unrest
And I’ve grown tired of the strain
And I am weary and drained
I know that I will not change
I know that I will not change
I know that I can not change