Testo It's Time

The days are growing darker the light is getting dim Trying to survive it but my chances are getting slim Knowing truth from liars and finding where I've been Vision of a savior is blurry to the eye Not enough assurance of what is mine is really mine I feel the rage of boiling it scares me everytime Time to heal your wounds Underneath the bed You'll be dreaming soon Dreaming of the end And understand What is real to you For it's time We smile to hide the hurting and brush off all the pain Never get to close to feel it, never hurt again Until it raises up its head and bites us once again Time to heal your wounds Underneath the bed You'll be dreaming soon Dreaming of the end And understand What is good to you For it's time