Born with nothing we crawl, into this world
 Naked and frail, pale and alone
 Searching for something, a place to call home
 Endlessly seeking an answer, marching into the unknown
 When we are only a memory, what then will be our legacy?
 So they say the weight of the future,
 rest heavily on our shoulders
 Day by day we are all getting older,
 day by day our lives are slipping away
 Step by step we move forward, struggling on
 We suffer and slave, and expire
 Shedding our blood in the name of desire
 Adding our bodies, one by one, to the funeral pyre
 What will be left behind, when the hourglass runs dry?
 So they say the weight of the future,
 rest heavily on our shoulders
 Day by day we are all getting older,
 day by day our lives are slipping away
 Piece by piece, we abandon our dreams
 Giving in to blissful apathy
 So we grasp at whatever we can,
 feeling time as it slips through our hands
 But our lives are built upon sanding,
 always shifting, and we cannot hold on
 But time is a river, washing away, every memory and trace
 And all the we offer, all we have made,
 will fade into nothing, til nothing remains