Letra de 'It's About Time' de Lost Without Direction

I'm sitting here in the dark.
Tv noises are numbing my ears.

I'm rubbing my eyes. Pretending I'm blind.
I'm smelling my feet. My very own pollution.
The bitter taste of a calming beer runs through my throat.
But the important thing is: What am I feeling?

I feel nothing but the touch of my own two hands.
'Cause there is nothing else for them to reach for.

I guess there is no solid grasp in sight.
I guess there is no solid grasp in sight.

I barely want to gasp for another breath.
All this pressure is compressing my chest.
But I've put myself in this situation.

The weaker I am, the stronger I'll be.
My body is weak but my mind may be strong.
I won't let this get to me, no one will pursue me.
But there's a mistake I've made: I was one of them.

Now open up your mind: You sometimes have to take your time.

But watch out for the thieves out there, the ones that borrow and steal your time.
But watch out for the thieves out there, the ones that borrow and steal your time.

They can't take it from you if you don't want them to.

"There is no time for this, I need to focus on that.
There is no room for this, I have to plan for that."

There is no joy in life if everything is planned on time.
Do you really think every breath you take has to follow a schedule?
Do you really think following some old footsteps will make you different?

I don't think that way!

And because I may have gone astray,
I'll be the happy one when we meet in hell.
Be afraid, I'll be the happy one, when we meet.