Watching the minute hand on the clock go around.
You’re trying to win but you’re losing ground.
The steady ticking will drive you insane.
Don’t look at the others, they look with disdain.
The tickity tock pounds into your mind.
The ropes and chains, feel them bind.
Watch the clock and fall to your knees.
You need a cure for this disease.
Slowly and surely, the seconds pass.
Scream so loud you shatter glass.
Hear the call pierce through the night.
Horse bit in your mouth so you can’t bite.
Seconds and minutes, they don’t mean a thing.
What can the next hour bring?
Tickity tock goes the hand.
How much more can you stand?
You spot the knife, but don’t bother.
It’s just a sick prank from the Holy Father.
Which is easier, live or die?
In this world, you can’t say goodbye.
Scream and yell, don’t waste your breath.
Look to the sky and pray for death.
Struggle for freedom but it’s a lost cause.
Die in this world listening to an applause.
Tick, tock, your end is near.
You seem a lot weaker than you appear.
You’re now face first on the floor.
Look at your body, is it sore?
The blood and dirt, it’s an inch thick.
You’re end is coming and coming quick.
You feel a jerk, your body’s heaving.
Can you feel it, your soul leaving?
With one last tick, you’re finally gone.
No one will miss you at the dawn.
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