Dissipated Moments

Don't you feel it slipping through your fingers? Don't you feel it when the knife is turning through you? Through you? Don't you feel it slipping through your fingers Don't you feel it when the knife is turning through you Through you. I feel it from you I feel it through you. So cruel to the one who fails the garrison. When all of the fingers have been pointed. When all in agreence house their notions When all of the fingers have been pointed My sin is not a sin but a different goal. when all of the fingers have been pointed You will still blame someone for conflicting the goal. Who are you to critise or even judge me When all that you know is false.