I had to race against my time, wishing I was there to climb
The mountain of all but the truth that I have built up in my youth
These lies are a thread in a web that bled as the emotions ebb
But I still race until it's mine, the phenomenon that we call time

I see the goal there right before me, so close for one like thee to be
I yield but nothing for my efforts, the phantasmal beasts were just my escorts
As I reach out for the end, into the horrors I decend
And there pumps my adrenaline, the the thrill being my medicine