The clock

Tick-tock, tick-tock, this clock is ticking away Tick-tock, tick-tock, our lives just turned gray Stuck between it's moving arms You cry and fret but there's no escape. Each of us, willing or not, Live inside a wooden clock As it's gears move and advance A ticking song makes humans dance Twisted song, and twisted time... Continue Reading →

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