Creaking of the arrows, high and higher
Alarms the conscious side of mind
Warning what's behind
Loud and clear
Trying to wake up
Keep up, don't crum up
There's so much you can take
I can't, I won't; will I find my way to go
The evolution of an era of a punishing crowd
Fear, I am near
The evolution of an era making people count down
By the time
Finally caught up
Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round
Another victim is impaled on its spear
Lost his battle on its hunting ground
We're heading to a dead end
Which drags us down
Where the timeless hides
Striking in his maze
Dense, heavy clouds leaning
Back onto your head
Run with their weight
Endlessly chasing
Occupy your brains up to the rim
Overflows when you add one more piece to it
By the time
Finally caught up
Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round
Another victim is impaled on its spear
Lost his battle on its hunting ground
Lose, you'll win; admit you're tired
Play the new round, when one's sacrificed
Stop chasing the arrows; let the wheel of time
Make you the hunted to ride its flight
By the time
Finally caught up
Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round
Another victim is impaled on its spear
Lost his battle on its hunting...
By the time
You stopped to catch up
Clocks kept ticking you postponed the last round
Another victor rides along on its spear
Won this battle on its hunting ground