Dean Sibinski - Precious Thing Lyrics

Heavy hands of discipline
Where are you as my mind becomes undressed
Idle hands, the devil's plaything
I have let myself become depressed
Wasting the most precious thing

I'm not proud of how I spent my time
I'm in luck if I have half a life left to live

Hold my hand of wickedness
Would you say I have rights to my deathbed
Couldn't give up cigarettes
I'm haunted by the war inside my head
Craving the most precious thing

I'm not proud of how I spent my time
I'm in luck if I have half a life
I'm not proud of how I spent my life
I am stuck, I don't know how to die

The most precious thing is time
And you're still listening to this song