Glasstime

Going to the anywhere

Don't know the reason why

Goin' to the outside of your square

I'm walking in the way

Looking for the landscape

The sand at the glasstime is going out

At all my time

I waste my life

At all my mind

I try to forget your discount

At all my time

I waste my life

And all my friends

Are trapped in your own fuckin' hands

I'm sorry

I just have a dime

The sand is falling at the glasstime

So confused to oppose

I feel my mind breaking down

I'm so hungry it's the eat time

The time is my life

Sick about the situation

Use your own hands

We can't loose

Time is over

There's no patience, in all my side

I'm just trying to justify the faults

Running away and don't want sorrow