About Time

Been thrown out of my own head
I don't belong anymore
Who's been at it again
Who's been at it again
At it again
They say they made a monster who bore seven deadly sins
But they didn't understand

It's about time, I untie my binds
I'm growing up to the sun
And I'll come back when I'm done

I'll find a brand new language that won't give me away
Could be foul mouthed all day long

It's about time, I untie my binds
They'll flourish while I fade

It's about time, I untie my binds
I'm growing up to the sun
And I'll come back when I'm done
When I'm done

They'll flourish while I fade
Good riddance anyway
I'm, I'm getting bored of this place
It's about time (x4)