Curves of Sirens

Waging a war of wills against time
Staring down the face that hides behind hands
Always running behind those hands
I will cut them leave time blind
But I'm still behind

Isn't all the waiting for
Some great reward
Or am I waiting
Just waiting

Dawn goes down to grey
Oh joy another phlegm sky day
If I worked it all away
Would I know what to do
With these hands
What would I find

Isn't all the waiting for
Some great reward
Or am I waiting
Just waiting

Waiting to die