Due Time - Kalas

Unclean souls seek the divine

Earthly pleasures so unkind

Won’t you take away

This pain from a tattered life

Don’t you heal and help us find

Faded memories have died

All that haunts us is alive

Walk us through the gates

And show us what to find

Living darkness we are blind

Lost our souls, seek the divine

Earthly pleasures so unkind

Hands are tied upon the wheel

Beaten down, we shall not kneel

Congregate, dominate, tied down tight, this is our time

Dig your holes, you’re made of gold

Now you will learn how to die

Ears will bleed, ignore your plead

Your mind now anticipates death

Pleasure to enforce on you for all of the gold

That you kept

Lost our souls, seek the divine

Earthly pleasures so unkind

Hands are tied to the wheel

Wayward