Last Minutes

Another day another day to pass
Another twenty-four hours of bliss
It's a fantasy life that I'm living in
Am I an empty prayer? Has it come to this?

Always looking eight months forward
Helps to kill the longer days
But boredom-coated eyes
Cloud the view of what's real anyway

Our time does end
Is it all an illusion... chance and retribution?
The fantasy never sees this
But it's real
When imagination gives way to pain gives way to the other side
I'll hold back the tears and at least I won't have cried

Another one lays dying
Another napalm caress
Eight months ago a heart yearned for life
Now a heart that can't feel death.

Bloodstain-coated eyes just cloud
The cloud of smoke on the field
Eight months ago, a thousand miles ago
These last minutes weren't real

Our time does end
Is it all an illusion... chance and retribution?
The fantasy never sees this
But it's real
When imagination gives way to pain gives way to the other side
It doesn't seem to matter if I cried