Pray to me on your darkest days

When everything is keeling over

Stretched too thin to even make my memory work

"Time is too much", you say.

I'm not sure if you speak of the cost

Or how much has passed

I agree nevertheless

And as you kneel to the clock

Knees bent and arms drooping

Carry the weight of my sins

Just as I carried yours

But that's too much for you

I understand

Ticking boundaries with

Deadlines on the table

You can't handle too much

Of a good thing