Perpetual Village Liars

Time proceeds towards what has been a worn and well known road
A known road, a known road
If I could see what couldn't be I know I wouldn't run
No I won't, I won't
Time it speeds into itself, I've known it all along
I'm so old, I am old
Endlessly monotony dulls all alternatives
Life is long, way too long

This kind disease could run its course
This time will be a whole brand new route
This comforts all that ached before
I might just start to believe in trust
This kind disease, a new scapegoat
For my time to leave. New to all unknown

Time proceeds towards what has been a worn and well known course
I won't run, I won't run
Find in me what couldn't be I wrote it on a note
A new world, a new home

Poor estimation of
Poor estimation of
Poor estimation of life
Poor estimation of
Poor estimation of
Poor estimation of life