Days of our lives,
Times of our days,
Seconds left in the minutes.
Tick,
Tock.
Thats the clock,
Thats the drive.
And here it lays.

Bells roll on,
No alarm.
Fire,
Heat,
Thats where its drawn,
and here it lays.

Here it comes,
Up,
Down.
its all around,
On endless days.
 
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