Truly I've been waiting, watching as the sunlight dies.
Sometimes I just can't believe the people glaring in my eyes.
On occasion, waiting faded, wrapped up tight beneath the ice,
I can't help but place my wages on the outcome of the dice.

Truly I've been fading, weighted down with jaded rings.
At the twilight, shadows murmur, switching rooks with kings.
Lunar cracks above the glass, that's where the siren sings.
Stumble, dreamers, try to find your bloodless, torn-up wings.

Truly you are waiting, raising heads to drumbeats past.
Sometimes you won't stop to ponder when you end up last.
On occasion you were waiting, for the beast behind the glass.
You can't help but start to drum, perform the twilight mass.

Truly he's been waiting, laying down his world for her.
Sometimes he won't stop to check, find out the answer.
On occasion he won't break his deadly march fervor.
He can't help but watch and wait to see the pricing per.

Truly she's been waiting, giving all her love to dust.
Sometimes she will sing and dance, only because we must.
On occasion she won't avert her gaze from the metal rust.
She can't help but follow suit and carry tune to dusk.

Truly we are waiting, fading while the rest turn back.
Sometimes we just jump the gun and paint our banners black.
On occasion we will notice, far too late to act.
We can't help but embrace the lie, and so it now is fact.

Truly I've been waiting.
Sometimes you won't stop.
On occasion they won't break.
We can't help but watch.