Time Stands Still... (...But Stops For No-One)

That little mountain rises while other dissolve into a plain
Time redefines itself and falls in sadness grain by grain
"Time heals all the wounds", the two - tongued echoes seem to say
But nothing, nothing changes, still pain remains, won't pass away
I went weal as I grew old, and time itself has made me slow
And as I close my eyes in sadness a thousand seasons come and go
Mighty enough to cover all and also cruel enough to reveal
But the wounds and scars I carry neither force nor kiss can heal.

No, time heals nothing, nothing, nothing, spitefully turns away and laughs
Leaves you half-broken and in defiance is only added another scar
Call it "blind" how I am writhing, counting hours, centuries
The pain it glows and grows in tides, unable to vanish, unwilling to cease
No time heals nothing, nothing, nothing, pushes 'till we're diving into different flesh
Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing in the coldness of the inner flames.

Time's fingers claw, I am losing hold, there is no hope for me on earth
Time either still or maybe rushing, in any case it will turn out worse
Time is fleeting, time stands still, it stops for no-one and we're trapped withing
Though I may dream of the light, I am falling back to the left-hand side ...
"How I wish that I was dead and rest in final peace
But even the luxury of death can't cure the wounds time cannot heal..."