Listen closely, I'm lost without you, call your name everyday, when I feel so helpless...
The Death Of Time Is Better Than Death Itself
I am ticking behind my eyes
My mind is clockwork held
Following known paths and circles
Through the memories and nostalgia
Of all my moments deaths
Mourned in the pain I tread upon
Drown in without ever assuming
That might I reach, I would find
The past is a conciousness within me
Ever replaying my secret horrors
Hoping to establish and understanding
With the reality I was loved by once
Now as dead as the moments
That it posessed and exsisted in
I am ticking inside my mind
Praying that it's clockwork held
Instead of counting
I am ticking behind my eyes
My mind is clockwork held
Following known paths and circles
Through the memories and nostalgia
Of all my moments deaths
Mourned in the pain I tread upon
Drown in without ever assuming
That might I reach, I would find
The past is a conciousness within me
Ever replaying my secret horrors
Hoping to establish and understanding
With the reality I was loved by once
Now as dead as the moments
That it posessed and exsisted in
I am ticking inside my mind
Praying that it's clockwork held
Instead of counting