Some of my earliest influences were Alt Rock 90's icons like Silverchair and Sound Garden. This was back before I (or most of my family) could afford a CD and most of what I listened to came from what I could beg, borrow or steal off of friends. This was written a long time ago but I remember deliberately setting out to write something that would embody something worth head banging to. I'm not sure I ever quite made it that far. I hadn't realized I was writing in 6/8 and even in the the heavy outro section, 6/8 is just not made for head banging. Hopefully it's worthy of at least a few ambiguous head nods.
I feel twisting words and have them seem like
They're real, everyone goes, your time is wasted
Tightly, a feeling clenched within my chest when
I see you've grabbed my heart and pulled it out again
Lately I see belief turning over old leaves,
Nothings new, the clock moves onward
What if every word was late and wasted?
I'd be nothing but a wall that you'd go over
And my time is wasted
Okay, I see what you're getting at but,
Let's say life's a bitch and then you die for,
What cause? Here's the truth now yell it out that
Someday, procrastination catches up with you
And my time is wasted here
Now it's life I've tasted in you
No more time to waste in here
To say it plainly what if...
We find ourselves in twenty years still saying we're afraid of it?
How much time do you have...
To see how it's controlling you, reveal yourself, to thine be true
And if you find your peace of mind, throw yourself to your own kind