That which we capture, with hands and our face

 for some only numbers, to measure the pace

 It draws lines on our skin, and feeds on our strength

 for some who remember, it causes their pain.

 

 It makes us worry and takes our dreams

 sometimes its the enemy, or so it seems

 forces us to hurry, this threat through night and day

 its owned by the patient, no price to pay

 

 Through life some wander, while others seem to race

 success beating outwards no end to the maze 

 it takes all of us in, and feeds on our strength

 for those who remember it causes them pain

 

 It makes us worry and takes our dreams

 sometimes its the enemy, or so it seems

 forces us to hurry, this threat through night and day

 its owned by the patient, no price to pay

 

 why do you chase it 

 what can death bring you 

 it can't be had 

 the secret hides in living 

 the secret hides in living 

 

 for those who remember it causes pain

 for those who remember it causes pain

 for those who remember it causes pain