Let the Mayhem Begin - Gadget

Another year

Does my heart desire?

I’m out of place

I live in fear

Will you wait for me?

I’m out of pace…

Run!

Hide!

Time is up…

Run!

Hide!

Death is near…

All this regret

My worst fear;

erosion

To become less

I feel apart

This motion, this venture and still in vain

Run!

Hide!

Time is up…

Run!

Hide!

Death is near…