It’s not a question of why

It’s more a question of when

I’ve seen this hour before

I’m sure I’ll see it again

And again

So when it comes next time

I’ll be prepared

And all the one’s that follow

Should be scared

‘Cause I’ve got nothing else to do

So I’m just killing time

I’m killing time with my bare hands, bare hands

And I’ll admit, it’s been a luxury

Though not a crime

It’s the same long sentence

I’m serving life without parole possibility

Without a gun or a knife in my hand

I hunt it down with a ferocity

Determined now

I’ll do all that I can

To put it out of my eternal misery

It’s not a question of when

It’s more a question of how

To dispose of this time

When there’s so much around

To be found

Given that fact

You’d think I’d be despaired

And be inclined to give up

I wont dare

Because it gives me something to do

I enjoy killing time

I’m killing time with my bare hands, bare hands

And I’ll admit, it’s been a luxury

Though not a crime

It’s the same long sentence

I’m serving life without parole possibility

Without a gun or a knife in my hand

I hunt it down with a ferocity

Determined now

I’ll do all that I can

To put it out of my eternal misery

Well time has a way of

Creeping up on you

And there’s no telling

Just what it’ll do

Yanks out your hair

Then it pulls on your face

Think you’re prepared

But you’ll never win the race

Better run now

Hide because I think it’s coming

There’s seems to be so much time

With so little to do

Kill twenty-four everyday

And still they come back anew

Yes, it’s true

So if you see me walking down the street

And going nowhere fast upon my feet

You can be sure I’m on the loose

And I’m just killing time.

And all the blood

I have upon my hands

Are made of weeks, days, hours

And seconds

It’s the result of what I do

When I’m just killing time