No keeping pace
So out of place
Derelict contradiction
Forced as our prediction
No time and place
Write and erase
These elements avert you
They're nothing to hold on to

The same
Decay
Persists, passed down as something to
Purvey
Don't waste
Away
The calendar fills its page again
So don't wait

Falling through
Each day anew
The hourglass sand
Spilling forth from our hands
Awkward pause
Awaiting draws
Disappointment to cement
As anger and resentment

The same
Decay
Persists, passed down as something to
Purvey
Don't waste
Away
The calendar fills its page again
So don't wait

Disembodied voices
Channels void of all the noises
In our heads
Disembodied voices
Channels void of all the noises
In our heads
Disembodied voices
Channels void of all the noises
In our heads
Though our writing’s just begun
I feel as though we’ve won

The same
Decay
Persists, passed down as something to
Purvey
Don't waste
Away
The calendar fills its page again
So don't wait
The same
Decay
Persists, passed down as something to
Purvey
Don't waste
Away
The calendar fills its page again
So don't wait