Killing Time Cold Chisel

I have no faith in you or me
There is no hope that I can see
We pray for help that never comes
Our fields are dry, no water runs

We curse the sun that burns the land
And slap the teeth that bite the hand
Of those who try, but don't succeed
All left to die, alone they bleed
It's killing time
It's killing time

It's killing time, too late to pray
Can't walk away
It's killing time, we made our choice
We have no voice
It's killing time
It's killing time

With lips pulled tight, the venom flies
You spit the words that make me cry
The clouds are black
There is no sky, no sun, no moon
There are no stars at night

I'm lost at sea, caught in a storm
Can't navigate, I'm so alone
Back to the wall, nowhere to turn
I will lash out, or I will burn
It's killing time