Swaying knives, back and forth
Inside a clock,there is blood
Numbered ordinarily,so strange
The ticking sound,so faint
Like a pulse,heart race

Pendulum swing,embrace me
Sounding alarm,the scenery
Choose the moment,the path
Walk in either direction
Find the simple,the direct

The darker the light,the tick
Sing your song,the melodies back
Hands bloody,I have found the switch
Make it go away, Make it go away

The clock in the path born onto me
The sound so deafening
All my efforts to make it stop
Lead me to my final memory
And all I had to do to live
The way I could have survived
Something so simple,no compromise
All I had to say was one word
One word instead of many
To send the clock into silence
And give me my life back
One word that could trigger happiness
The word i should have said……

“Stop”