This time, our precious time has ticked the seconds last
For, since the frozen secondhand no more lives in the past,
Lose these fruitless smoker chains that dwell in eyes of hollow brains.
I've seen more thrill in spineless chill or playwrights left uncast.

I find it odd, (or Odd finds it) within His time, this time
Or hiding behind rationales keeps you safe from words of crime
Why won't they ever understand the reasons to save your life you demand?!
You've thrown a fist: response to kiss and those "devious" warning signs

Words to wise (maybe not so much); Cries fall on ear's relapse
A lesser toll than a common goal with death might suit, perhaps
A lonely rose to Thousand's grave made clear to Them in lights concave
"Leave suicide unglorified or watch more buildings collapse"

Your lungs are black; it's hell you gave; this time your time's at hand
Any doctor could read the map of your life that you subconsciously planned
The funeral's a bit shy in remorse; save your friends you killed off, of course
I had seen more thrill written in your will than in your time firsthand...