Lyrics Station Dysthymia - Rehabilitation

Time takes the shine,
Withers all with its sandpaper fingers.
Grey shades stain
The running tapes of my memories
Time, take my life,
Scatter me across the night
As you did with my dreams.

I wait for the light to fade,
For my sores to grow damp.
Look into the dark and you won't see me.
Shards of past form a vision,
It's where I rehabilitate.

Hold the time, hold it all.
Blind, yet warm,
Come out to play again.

Time takes the pain,
Although scars remain
Of stabwounds twisted
By forgiven blades.