Huge and aged structure
As old as God himself
Full of rusty fixture
As accurate as death
Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One
Clockwork is working
Trying to suspend
Clockwork is clocking
No chance to rein in
Time won’t be amnesty
To your petty life
Take your opportunity
To live as a god
So many dust on dial
Falling in to infinity
In every moment
When hour hand is moving
Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One
Clockwork is working
Trying to suspend
Clockwork is clocking
No chance to rein in
Time won’t be amnesty
To your petty life
Take your opportunity
To live as a human
Neverending story
We live in, Believe me
It has no sense to
Seeking the motive
Images in my mind are
Drifting so fast
Never can touch
Shouldn’t chase desire
Clockwork is working
Trying to suspend
Clockwork is clocking
No chance to rein in
Time won’t be amnesty
To your petty life
Take your opportunity
To live as a beast |
