My Place, My Time Lyrics

We were born

Lights in the valley of our dawn

Sworn to uphold our bonds and our brawn

Peace in our loins and sun in the storm

Toiling the fields with swords for the scorn

Working for rice, for spice, for corn

Close to the land, our God as our Lord

Only eat what we sow who cares what we afford

And all towns, villages homes and societies

Dedicated to pursuing piety

Caring very little for the finer things

Quietly toiling away for their food and their lives to see

Get up with the sun, go to bed with it too

Live a life in rhythm with the stars and the moon

See patterns in the heavens, see far, see truth

What matters isnt matter its the things that you do

And the trees and the grass and the leaves are the home

And we were led by the gods, by the stars by a throne

We were called to the soil to the sky to the tomes

Histories of people enshrined in the stone

And a boy became his father and the family grows

The lineage matters not the man or the foes

And who cares for plans, when the plans are very known

All that matters is his land of the mans very own

Meet a girl maybe,

Men ask the ladies

Men so stately

Women so dainty

No confusion

No anxiety plagues me

Knowing that place and time have arrayed me

I hear the voice faintly

Giving me my place

Me I take it plainly

And dont let it pain me

I hear the voice faintly

Giving me time

Me, I dont mind

See what I might

Be what I find

My place

My Time

My place

My Time

My place

My Time

My place my time, My race is dying

My state is a place for the rich and retired

Cos none here can live we all get sick or tired

And all these kids are all restless and wired

My place is in a state of decline

Its like no one can see out our window were blind

I say "my place" but this place isnt mine

The buildings are ugly and the work is a bind

The city is a prison pretending to be a playground

Find a person who you dont mind and lay down

Anyone who looks at you funny make em lay down

"Opportunity" in the smoke grime and the crazed sounds

Billboards and ads to fund emotion

Youd find more kindred under the ocean

People here despair just going through the motions

Bur why would God be the one you show devotion

My place my time, My race is dying

My states in a place for the rich and retired

None here can live were all sick and tired

And all of us are wired to devices

My place is in a state of decline

Its like no one can see out our window were blind

I say "my place" but this place isnt mine

The buildings are ugly and the work is a bind

My place my time, replaced with crime

Today we have everything on the line

our souls, our goals, our lives, our minds

Everything going down the drain in time

We own nothing

Rent our own suffering

Subscribe to our own life

And buy time with money

Funny how life means nothing

Crushing on demons blushing

My place does not exist

Because I have nowhere to live

No homes to rent

No room to give

No land is mine

No tool is fit

I have no past

I have no plan

I have no family

Am no man

Books infected with lies

Myths distorted and die

Kids molested and cry

Buildings ever so high

Watch the land whither

Watch the screen flicker

Watch the memes glitter

What we dream slithers

What place? what time?

What race is mine?

Do I face decline?

Or face the night?

What place? what time?

What space is mine?

What may I find?

In an empty life?

My place my time, My race is dying

My states in place for the rich and retired

None here can live were all sick and tired

And all of us are all wired to devices

My place is in a state of decline

No one can see out our window were blind

I say "my place" but this place isnt mine

The buildings are ugly and the work is a bind