tick, tock, tick, tock br the clock plays its song br inside my mind br and in the air br it brings me time br and to my despair br time kills br it tears apart br a sense of anything at all br the most beautiful art br tick, tock, tick, tock br with every second br future becomes past br no time for present to last br and life is the present br we spend our lives trying to kill time br when, in time br time will slowly kill us br but until that time br i wish to live in this amber moment br this past present and future br this safety state in my head br time will never kill br what is already dead.