Think Fast from Narrow Hours by The Fatal Flaw

(T-H, I-N-K, F-A-S-T, that's the way! A clock is just a bomb, you see, T-I-C-K-I-N-G! T-H, I-N-K, F-A-S-T, don't delay! T-I-M-E, running out for you and me!) Time is not some fixed unbroken line. We stumble forward but we can't rewind. No, that frame is gone and time just surges on. Time is unkind, but we waste what we have looking back. Think fast, more of your life just flew past. Time will ensure that what still remains can never last. Think fast, death is a sea that's so vast. Time is a ship that sails on with us tied to the mast. Time is like a bridge that burns behind and every step you take leaves you confined to the spot you stand, but that's what time demands. Time is designed to keep you in your place on the rack. Time is immense, time can dispense with us without any pretense. Time gave offense, we're in suspense. The past: imperfect; present: tense. Think fast, there is no past and the future's a die yet to be cast.

• Rock
• indie
• power-pop
• punk
• Boston