Texty: Jerry's Kids. Is This My World?. No Time.

I don't want to die, I want to stay
I look at the clock and time ticks away
An ichy finger caused this mess
Seconds fly and there's no time left

NO TIME NO TIME LEFT
NO TIME LEFT TO LIVE
NO TIME NO TIME LEFT
NO TIME LEFT TO GIVE

My head begins to burn and I hit the floor
I feel the pain, I know the score
The heat begins to rise, my head turns red
You won't recognize me when I'm dead

CHORUS

I feel the pain
Shoot through my vein
The end is near
There is no time

So lock the door, crawl in the corner
But there's no hiding from the master burner
A fine white powder left on the counter
It's no big deal, we'll go in style