TIME OUT

TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
That's the sound of the clock
Pointers moving round
With a ghostly sort of sound
And you hear your heart beating
Like the clock ticking
Beating to the sound of a drum
BOOM BOOM,
As you wait for silence
But only to hear the blood flowing
Through your veins
So fast, So fast
Like the sea rushing
In and out
Feel the pressure inside your head
Wish you were dead
Then silence once again
Just the pointers of the clock
TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK.