Down the ticking clock
Observed by many eyes
Numerous bodies down the 12 stars
Washed by the hours of the ticking bomb
Clock, clock, clock, oh my ticking clock.
Elope me with your relativity, clock
Embrace me with your hope, bomb
Put the bodies in the coffin, clock
Show me your blasting agility, bomb
Clock, clock, clock, oh my ticking clock.
Stop now to rest; take my life, clock
Take it and relive your life bomb
I’m not a prodigy, clock
But let me get lost
Let me feel your pulse
Let me curse you out of spite
Just for etching perpetual scars
Clock, clock, clock, oh my ticking clock.
When I take this stick out of me
With my blood oozing down the blade
They will look at you for the very last time
To distinguish my end from the present days
Clock, clock, clock, under the ticking bomb.
I hear you hammering the nails on the wood.
I feel you leaking through the vessels of the moon
Pressing tighter and tighter the time of the youth
I’m just a second in your stardust. Boom!
Clock, clock, clock, oh my ticking bomb.
Oh clock, with every 12 step I take a breath
I’m in awe of the clock
Boom! I scream… I cry… I die
Tick… I suffocate… tock…. I’m empty. I’m down
And there are bodies down your 12 stars
Laid down under your relativity, clock
Life up lifeless
Death under lives
I love you, clock
But you need to calm down
