No Time like the Present for the Release from Time

'Unwanted Fruit' From Let the end try the man

Day by day the chances grow fewer,
Hour by hour the present parades,
Second by second I touch every moment
And silently scream
For release from time.

I will kill a life holding this pain,
I will kill the lies that destroy,
I will kill unbearable torture,
And silently pray
For release from time.

Night by night the chances grow more,
Hour by hour the darkness pervades,
Second by second I see every moment
And silently sing
For release from time.