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