Move Move, we head to our oblivion fate As the whole world trembles They'll whisper your name The axial tilt makes not a fractional shield Time is moving our way faster than you can kill Most will stay and make the hourglass rush But we're dead set and making headway to our crust Staking, so low I can't thrust Enraging those few I can trust Leaving The reaper off with the blind and break in To find lost time, it keeps me shaking Hours fighting behest of me and drown Maybe the fire will bring me back But I'm not taking that chance That tightrope dance Shy away from the future's eye Nothing else will take us there I hold, and don't care what it may behold But struggle to look past those sights Leaving, to see what will become Blinding, the cost might be us all I'm needing lost time To keep me seeking the hours That fought behest me And fell to the ground But I am taking this chance This tightrope dance Shy away from the future's eye Nothing else will take us there I hold, and don't care what it may behold But struggle to look past those sights