This murderer is about to die. My hands around his throat, he has lost all hope and death fills his eyes. When your not on the run, your face bright as the sun. Kicking back drinking wine, wished to stay for one more day. Yes, all the time to eternity.
Real hours slip away.
Can't be pulled back to get a second chance to play. Enjoy the feeling of having fun. Before it's stops and done. Before you know, he's gone away. And fades into the distant past.