Early in the morning when the sunlight burns
And the darkness cuts and the anger turns
There's something on the edge of breaking down
Hanging on a feeling that makes me writhe
And the fear of being half alive
There's something on the edge of breaking down
Time's running, time's running, you better watch your back
Time's running, time's running, darkness veils my knife attack
Children of the alleys march into the town
With anger in their hearts they bring curtains down
There's something on the edge of breaking down
Time's running, time's running
Chasing after something that should never be
And the fear of knowing what the children see
There's something on the edge of breaking down
Time's running, time's running, you better watch your back
Time's running, time's running, darkness veils my knife attack
Time's running, time's running
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