Timeless Coward

He met his fate in a burning inn
With a loaded gun pointed at his shins
Took one step forward an another two backwards
Time meant nothing kept getting fractured

1800-MORETIME is who he called
Wasted time, stuck on hold

It's just ringing
Time is ticking
You've been waiting
Hang up, pick up, hold the line...

It's just black and white
Translucent and opaque
Upside-down and backwards
Hands felt like his feet
Standing in a seat
Upside-down and backwards

Elevator with endless floors
Looking out through four glass walls
Went six floors up and another ten downwards
How it feels to be a timeless coward

1800-MORETIME is who he called
Living life stuck on hold

It's just ringing
Time is ticking
You've been waiting
Hang up, pick up, hold the line

It's just black and white
Translucent and opaque
Upside-down and backwards
Hands felt like his feet
Standing in a seat
Upside-down and backwards

Oceans without waves
A corpse without a grave
Upside-down and backwards
A bullet with no gun
Nowhere left to run
Upside-down and backwards