I am the fleeting fear to swim that brings you back to shorenThe hopes that hold you by the anchor,nThe unmanageable sum of days that never come,nThe strings that bind you by the fingers.nI am the hours earned in vain,nThe empty time you gain,nFrom storing up your hopes;nBereaved and bottled for tomorrownWith all of your todays.nI am the vice beneath the guisenOf virtues.nAnd I'll watch you,nMake your homes,nIn the places that you've grown to fear the most.nYou fine fuel, (burning on my breath)nFor a thirsty world (with a taste for time)nYou'll fill the fevered taste of tempters.nBecause, try as you might to earn your timenYou won't gain days, you will be mine.