Behold, the wellspring is dry I recognize the symptoms, but never the signs If I fight to maintain awareness And root myself to the earth below I hope that I can find a sense of purpose Before the final grain falls Down through the center to the mountain below The hourglass reminds me that I'm never alone So will I meet the end as an old friend or stranger Or as the enemy? These thoughts, they fill my head, and all the while, the anger Feeds and replicates Time will pull us underneath it Time will bury us Time will pull us underneath it Time will bury us Time will bury us Time will bury us Down through the center to the mountain below The hourglass reminds me that I'm never alone So will I meet the end as an old friend or stranger Or as the enemy? These thoughts, they fill my head, and all the while, the anger Feeds and replicates So will I meet the end as an old friend or stranger Or as the enemy? Time will bury us