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Tyranny Of Time
Life, a purpose, a purpose as infinite as time
Life, a purpose twisting and turning in the endless vortex of time
But who needs clocks, when he can count his coffee cups
Who needs clocks, when he can count his cigarette butts
All he needs is a spark to ignite the dead flame
All he needs is a spark, he'll turn around the game
Sound of trigger, you make a run
Another race to catch the sun
But alas, it sets down
and you curse the holy crown
For one man's night is another man's day
Now it's his turn to play
Do you really care what happened to...