I'm breathing fire from my mouth
Like a Baskerville hound
And I'm waiting for the sun
To crash right down
If time was sold in ounces
I'd buy it by the pound
'Cuz I'm not making any progress
In leaps or bounds
I'm waiting for the end
Of this sad, sad scene
I'm sleeping with the dead
If you know what I mean
I'm waiting for the flag
Of an enemy's retreat
The last thing I wanna do
Is step on somebody's feet
Don't attempt
To command respect
When you, yourself
have none to give
I'm not sad to see you leaving
(But I'm sad to see you breathing)
Don't you hate me just enough?
Don't you hate me just enough?
Don't ever stop.
So now I'm trying and I'm lying
To get this done
I'm failing and you know
That its far from fun
If time was sold in ounces
I'd buy it by the tonne
Because I feel as if I missed
The starting gun
And still, I'm waiting for the end
of this sad scene
I'm sleeping with the dead
If you know what I mean
I'm tryin' to play the part
But I'm not that keen
I'm just trying to find a place
That I've not yet been
Don't ever stop.
And I can't say
Ther words to make this right
And I can't be
The one to tell you...
...It's alright now
Don't be afraid
Don't hide away
Oh, almighty God,
Enough, enough.


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