(Verse 1) Another sunrise paints the dust On steel and concrete, hope and rust The calendar I scratch on the wall Is starting to forget to count at all The seasons turn, I know they do From letters read with something new About a world I used to know Before I had nowhere to go The moon's a pale and lonely eye That watches me prepare to die (Chorus) This ain't living, it's just The Wait A drawn-out game with God and fate Where minutes crawl and years decay And pieces of you chip away You breathe the dust, you taste the dread You're the living, but you're already dead This ain't living, it's just The Wait For a pre-arranged and final date (Verse 2) A letter came a month ago With legal words that put on a show "A final appeal," a "chance to fight" It let a sliver of the sun inside For half a week, I let myself dream Of walking out and crossing a stream Of feeling rain upon my face And leaving this godforsaken place Then the warden came, his footsteps slow His mouth a line, the answer "No." (Chorus) This ain't living, it's just The Wait A drawn-out game with God and fate Where minutes crawl and years decay And pieces of you chip away You breathe the dust, you taste the dread You're the living, but you're already dead This ain't living, it's just The Wait And they just confirmed the final date (Bridge) I trace the cracks upon the floor They look like maps that lead to a door A door that isn't really there Just empty space and stale, cold air I've had my verdict, had my doubt There's nothing left to figure out I'm a memory in my own skin The end is where I must begin (Outro) The waiting is the hardest part... It breaks your mind and stops your heart... The waiting... is almost done... I hear them... Here they come... [The sound of slow, heavy, purposeful footsteps approaching and stopping outside a cell door]
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