Time, a fundamental state of life, you don't see it, it is over for you, life has faited.
Why can't you see, you are no more.
No more ways to be satisfied, with all in mind you're still not alive, glarring into the mirror, without a face starring back at me.

Ripped and torn apart, am I not right here, am I without flesh, this time i'm in despair.
Now i have to find out the truth, am I stuck in the limbo.
No response from myself, 'cause the dust has settled.