Tic Toc
Drip Drop
Tic Toc
Drip Drop
All there is, is always these sounds
Tapping away the seconds as the brain pounds
Right now all I have is my memories
But they feel like unwelcomed accessories
Tic Toc
Drip Drop
Tic Toc
Drip Drop
They keep me alive but barely existing
On the time line between sleep and awakening
I cannot perceive for my eyes do not see beyond black
Remaining senses tortured in an endless attack
Tic Toc
Drip Drop
Tic Toc
Drip Drop
Sometimes the differential between fantasy and reality
Is a blurred confusion marred only by its simplicity
Words can be pain, like knuckles on cold stone rapped
A new word in physical exercise, is a new term, kidnapped
Tic Toc
Drip Drop
Tic Toc
Drip
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