Restart

So, tell me…
How long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
Before they call your bluff and watch you fall?
I don’t know, but I’d like to think I had control at some point,
But I let it go and lost my soul.
Sit tight, but the revolution’s years away
I’m losing faith and I’m running low on things to say.
So I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate
The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite.
Oh, to have died that night, I realize it wouldn’t last.

Our days are numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass.