Spatium Temporis

Space n Time Out of place Things are out of grace Nothing has rhyme or reason anymore Losing all trace Out of our time within our space Everything is sublime in reason n race Something has found its place, treason We will pray for him and his crimes All have lost its place, its meaning, its reason We will pay for our schemes In this coming season of woe You reap what you sow, scared or profane We will pay for all our crimes In the last days of earth in time Sitting in our grime We are running out of eternal grace In and out of space n time Feeling what is out of place n sublime Nothing has rhyme or reason anymore Everything is running out of grace Time n space Out of place