Burning Time - Sheer Terror

Hours are passing and I have little command

It’s like shielding a target with nothing but your bare hands

Time dos come crawling to me on it’s hands and it’s knees

If I start the fire time passes so gracefully

Where ever I go things they all look just the same

I’m the judge and the jury, and I’m casting all of the blame

There’s so many factions and all of them seem so tame

I choose to ignore what they say and stare into the flame

I cared- and I waited

I stared- and I hated

Fueling the fire to my anger

I’ll hate my way right through the years

My grave will burn in mortal flame

I’m just burning all my time away

Won’t you come and sit by the fire with me?