Black dark, dead silence, passing seconds, tik-tok,
White walls, breaking rules one hanging clock,
Engraving peace, echoing loud, making sound,
Tik… tik… Sixty moves complete round.
How magical to see three sticks' cruel game,
Walking clock make us dance still we to blame?
Nothing real, all fake, only time is wise,
Tik-tok tik… tik… makes me realize.
Handful time, short life and a big desire,
Stoned eyes, cold lips and a heart of fire,
All life we greed, demand, want and conquer,
“End of day have to go.”, only these words pure.
Find a place, hide deep and put your all mind,
Fixed time, anywhere, certain body, death fill find,
Judgment day, crash of world, you shall meet trinity,
And my soul constantly counting back to eternity.
