no time for mourning no time for guilt these endless hours to nowhere no time for forgivness no time to care my eye's a cold and vacant stare my self resentment has made me cold no use in trying you'll always fail you're sent in to the walls of hell no time for mercy no time for doubt you're waiting for that final hour my self resentment has made me cold these broken arms hold their own watching waiting feeling sober, wanting to be my own no time for crying you're sealed your fate you're sent in to the walls of hate my self resentment has made me cold these broken arms still hold their own my self resentment