Two smoking barrels

No one ever saw time
It's one of those things that are, but are not
You can't see it, touch it, feel it
But it's out to get you, lock-stock and two smoking barrels

No one ever saw thoughts
They cast a web in your head and around your life
Thoughts breed resentment, contempt, malice
They come with those big labels - Unavoidable, Fatal

No one ever seen themselves
I is just a reflection of the world
The self is lost in the battle for survival
Me is no more, got killed by time the moment thoughts took over