| Time is a monster that lives in our clocks | |
| It's heartless and shows no remorse | |
| Consuming our future as we fight | |
| That hundred year war | |
| Time is a soldier steady and true | |
| Relentlessly trudging along | |
| And time takes no prisoners | |
| Nothing but time marches on | |
| Time is a weapon, it's cold and it's cruel | |
| It knows no religion and plays by no rules | |
| Time has no conscience, when it's all said and done | |
| Like a beast in the jungle that devours it's young | |
| You can burn up the highway fly like the wind | |
| Run down those long shiny rails | |
| But time's right behind you like a hound dog | |
| That's hot on your trail | |
| But we're all in the same boat so just hold on | |
| And ride to the end of the line | |
| Time waits for no one | |
| Everyone runs out of time | |
| Time is a weapon, it's cold and it's cruel | |
| It knows no religion and plays by no rules | |
| Time has no conscience, when it's all said and done | |
| Like a beast in the jungle that devours it's young |