Century Ends - Ebo

A sand full of fist and dirt

Like something old I once knew

Collapsing in the corner baby

It seemed the thing to do

Now I’m running out of time

Alive I am, I think so

Tell me what to do

Not made of stone hoping I’ll last

Asleep in my bed while time trickles past

If I’m not there before the years end has come

The Century ends, they said I had fun

Was I out of line?

Did you get enough done?

Time closes is in and another year has gone

A mask made then paint of plaster

No eyes I see within view

A problem maybe baby bastard

Sometimes I’m so confused

Am I running out of time?

Alive I am I think so

Tell me what to do

And what I’m trying to say

Is that I left it hanging by the wayside

There’s so much more I should do

Sitting here trying to relate

With something I’ll never know

Well I’ll just put it to rest

And let the Century end