When Time is Gone (When the Mind is Gone) [Song]

[Underground_Network]

When time is gone
Where will be
Everything I cannot see
Must, will become real...

I don't know if I
Can stand this any longer
Weaker I am now...
Yet stronger I will get...

No more promising this
I am not what I stand for
I am not who I am
Yet I am just what I want to be...

I am democracy
Yet I'm a sedative
Drunk and disorderly
You cannot swallow me...

I am too much for you
Yet too much for myself
I am a little bit
Over the limit here...

I'm speeding down the line
Yet I'm in my slow motion
You cannot catch me here
Yet I should not be feared...

I could not harm a fly
But I can harm the eyes
Oh I can burn away
The tissue, bone, and skin...

I am the enemy
Of what I want to be
I am against myself
In an endless war of deeds...

Both of bad and good
And in this neighborhood
Nobody understands
That I have no hands...

Yet I have hands that hold
Onto nothingness
So old and yet so cold
They mean nothing at all...

I am a lunatic
Yet I am stiff as stiff
And I don't understand
Why I can't hold your hand...

I am a fade away
From here in 3-point land
I am the estimate
That is close as hell...

Yet its so off
That it don't make no sense
Like my grammar
In a parody...

I am anything
Yet I am nobody
I am what I am
Yet I am no man.

I live in homeland
I live in no man's land
I live in everywhere
I live in trite despair...

I am annulment
I am fulfillment
I am a regiment
I am the messenger...

[Underground_Network]

Here is a song by me with the same title that makes a bit more 'sense':

When time is gone
What will be left?
Will we all forget?
Will we all forget?

What does it mean to you?
What does it mean to me?
Who am I, who was I?
What will I be?

I don't know if I
Really understand
Why oh fucking why
I'm turning inside out...

I'm starting to fade away
I assume this how it is
This is how it begins
This is how, time disappears...

Slow and painful,
Not quick and painless,
Slow and draining,
Not self-sustaining...

When time is gone,
What will we do with ourselves?
What can we do to be real?
What can we do just to feel?

Can we reach out to ourselves?
Can we reach anyone else?
Are we here or are we there?
Oh why is life so damn unfair?

Why can't we understand,
Why time is gone?
When did time disappear?
Will it come back to here?

Paralyzed, immobile,
Time is slowly folding,
Fading away,
Into nothing...

When time is gone
We fall
When time is gone
Free fall...

When time is gone
There is
No more
Nothing left...

Nothing here at all
Time is gone forever
Nothing here at all
Nothing here at all...