Tick, Tock,
Ticking of the clock,
Ringing in my ears,
Echoing my fears,
Whispering to me,
Tick, Tock.
I feel the hands pushing me,
Catching up with me,
Overtaking me,
Overwhelming me.
I don't sleep,
I sleep to much,
I don't eat,
Yet my body's full,
I'm sick of always feeling this way,
All of these distractions make me lose my way.
I need to walk away,
I need to walk away,
Come back another day,
But there's no time.
Time is the fire in which we burn,
Time is the predator from which we run.
I feel the hands pushing me,
Catching up with me,
Overtaking me,
Overwhelming me,
I feel the hands pushing me,
Catching up with me,
Overtaking me,
Overwhelming me.