When The Clock Stops

Chapter 1

When the clock stops

When the clock stops,
When the severed brain drops,
You'll see the ghastly remains of man,
Hit across the head, with a frying pan.

When you are dragged six feet under,
When your ears are burst by thunder,
You'll realize that I wasn't ever here,
Everything will soon become clear.

When the heartbeat rises,
When your head finally realizes,
You'll see a faint memory of hope,
Long had it been gone up in smoke.

The harsh grip of death grabbing your neck,
You'll actually see, that life's just one giant trek,
Oh, why can't you see?
What you actually mean to me...


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