Sand goes through the hour glass
Like the thoughts that keep touching my mind
Are we confused; what is and what was?
Are we leaving our future behind?
Is it you
Is it me
Is this retribution day?
Is it me
Is it them
Is there anyone who’ll say:
This is the hour of truth
this is the moment to dare
there is no choice in life but this one
now the time has come to care
Written on stone are the words of the past
but the present grows dense with the lies
We’re running deeper, we’re running fast
Hiding and waiting, refusing to rise
Is it you
Is it me
Is this retribution day?
Is it me
Is it them
Is there anyone who’ll say:
This is the hour of truth
this is the moment to dare
there is no choice in life but this one
now the time has come to care
Feeling our moment slipping away
Passively whispering: come what may
If this is retribution day, there will be hell to pay