Lyrics

Verse 1:
I've heard that time is a fire in which we burn and every second's a spark in the darkness, but time can get old when the furnace is cold and every tick of the clock is your enemy.
You get home from work and turn on the t.v. Next thing you know, it's quarter to three. See, the burden of time is no longer your burden to bare, but do you care?

Chorus 1 :
It's the time when we feel that distraction emulates the focus we lack. It's the time that we kill without thinking that we'll never get it back.

Verse 2:
I think of achievements that history bore witness to; all of the times we explored every something new. Every day that somone woke up and tried to make some kind of difference.
A fast food culture with empty art and without grace. Disillusioned children grow up into an empty space where profit and loss rob us all of our will to create... and we stagnate.

Chorus 2:
It's the time that we turn to rekindle the fires inside that no longer burn. It's the time that we find find when every moment wasted brings us closer to dying - this grey moment's mine.

Outtro:
This is the new renaissance. This is my own renaissance.