LATE
If I had a clock, I'd go insane
Tick, tock, tick tock, a torturous cycle
Seconds, minutes, hours, days
No sleep, a curse going on for weeks
Digital, digital, accesorize
Fill your eyes with those blue lights
Lights off, music on
This cycle's getting long
I miss getting along
With the ticking, clicking contraption
Rotating action
Thrown in a whole with a lock
We'll never see that clock
again,
will we?
A future I hate to see.
But look at who contributed
Everyone
You
And me
Adapt, don't look back
Forget that smack and ding when the bell sings
Digital, digital accessorize, don't close your eyes
No sleep, too many distractions
Pointless actions
I want to hire an assassin
With a passion
For killing time
To go thrashing through the past and the future
Gagging every obscure placement
Of that next impure distraction
Action
Passion
Acting
Passing
The time past midnight
With my electric light
Thinking I might
Just might
Muster the might to push that switch
Throw this phone in a ditch
And dig up that clock from a hole
Filled with souls, worn out soles
Tick tock
The sound of a lesson
Maybe just a refreshment
Chilling like a mint but building, like cement
My character
My views
I just need to convice you.
But for now I'll fall asleep to the ticking down of a society
A society that's screwed
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