It rolls on by,
Tick, Tick, Tick,
So much grey,
So little life,
This monotonous cycle,
A soul crushing regularity,
Tick, Tick, Tick,
It lumbers on,
Cruelly eating away at you,
And all you have to smile for,
Alone you sit in this crowded room,
Wounded by this carnivorous monster,
Tick, Tick, Tick,
You can feel the energy dissipate,
As it seeps out of the cracked windows,
Like your shadow,
It’s here to stay.