And on and on it goes...

Time Clicks through time
The seconds razored
Slicing through minute by minute

They tell me i am something that i am not
that i touch each life i come into contact with
yet my touch is Ruin on my own head

That i put too much blame on myself
that i shoulder more than is neccesary
that i am the grand court jester, being the fool

and i say, if i don't believe, i don't feel that
what do i have, what am i
is my understanding, my repentance, martyrdom?

Time drags through time
hours pass while minutes are counted
and the seconds slice my heart