Letra da Música: Seven - Sinombre

waging a war of wills against time
staring down the face that hides behind hands
always running behind those hands
i will cut them leave time blind
but i'm still behind

isn't all the waiting for
some great reward
or am i waiting
just waiting

dawn goes down to grey
oh joy another phlegm sky day
if i worked it all away
would i know what to do
with these hands
what would i find

isn't all the waiting for
some great reward
or am i waiting
just waiting

waiting to die