| Clock of Doom
Swirling through the slice of life that scares the cat away
A young man falls into himself one cold November day.
He sees his wrinkled fathers hands entwined into his own,
His life lay now before him, both vast and all alone.
CHORUS:
Clock of doom keeps ticking on
Its hands behold our fate.
Passing by are days gone by
Tommorrow is too late.
Today is now tommorrow
Of yesterdays ago.
We bide our time in silly rhyme
With conflicts we all know.
Lost his way again it seems, he's fallen through the cracks
Spinning wildly like a top his past fires all come back.
Running blind through blackened fog two arms flail in the night
Searching for some concrete thing to make everything all right.
Years keep passing by his face a window to his soul
He looks around his meager world a pit within a hole.
Confusion grips his failing mind that wheezes with each breath
The only thing that drives him on is the certainty of death.
REPEAT CHORUS
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