Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The clock ticks down as it lays beneath the ground and I find myself in pain.
I lie in wait as the clock's regular gait ticks off in perpetual vain.
I sit and stare and wonder where I could possibly be here and now.
Gotham's gone goodbye and I wonder why there's naught conflict or row.
I suppose my sight is limited, quite, and simply haven't looked hard enough!
For chaos and madness has surely found address amidst the architectured fluff!
So as the clock goes, with its eternal throes of ticking down an unforseen end,
I sit and stare and wonder where I could make new troubles 'round that next bend.
The clock ticks down as it lays beneath the ground and I find myself in pain.
I lie in wait as the clock's regular gait ticks off in perpetual vain.
I sit and stare and wonder where I could possibly be here and now.
Gotham's gone goodbye and I wonder why there's naught conflict or row.
I suppose my sight is limited, quite, and simply haven't looked hard enough!
For chaos and madness has surely found address amidst the architectured fluff!
So as the clock goes, with its eternal throes of ticking down an unforseen end,
I sit and stare and wonder where I could make new troubles 'round that next bend.