Sacred (Paint It Black)

I used to feel safe, oblivious to the mess I left in my wake. Now I try to give more than I take. But there’s more at stake than the nights I spent awake. It turns out I’ve got a selfish streak, and I repeat the same mistakes. Seconds, hours, minutes, days. I feel it slip, slipping away. Did I mention that I’m fucking scared? I can feel the decay, but I can’t say it caught me unawares. New bruises, new pills. Fate will not fight fair; the clock will not stand still. “Ask me why & I’ll spit in your eye.” We’re all still ill. Today I felt the time slipping away.