I hear the hands of death.
A tick, a tock, a tocking.
They haunt my every step,
They tick, they tock. Just mocking.
I fear the hands of death,
A tick, a tock, a tocking.
It's the only sound that's left,
It rips, it rocks, so shocking.
So clear the hands of death,
A tick, a tock, a tocking.
A sound with so much depth,
And the depth,
just keeps,
on dropping.
Sincere, the hands of death.
A tick, a tock, a tocking.
More regular than breath,
And there is,
No sign,
Of stopping.
Stablish™
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