Alarm

Tick, tick, tick, tick
the bomb's waiting to blow.
When and how it will explode
I can't say that I know.
What I do know is that it threatens to destroy this place;
all the survivors living here,
oh, each and every race.

Tick, tick, tick, tick
I'll scramble on in fear.
Will it blank out my memory
of all that's happened here?
Will I go on, a bleached out soul?
Will I go on at all?
I can't imagine that I'd take
the reaper's silent call.

Tick, tick, tick, tick,
the hour's closer now.
I stand on my mind's stage and take
the curtain closing bow,
and then I hear the panic set,
the beeping sirens scream,
and open up my eyes to find
that it was all a dream.