A Brain and Clock in Sync
tick tick tick
Time is always running out.
tick tick tick
What can I do about it?
The tock tock tock
Makes my brain tick tick.
The tick tick tick
Is the reason why I live.
We are a human body
Governed by the clock
That lays down its laws of fate
With each looming tock.
With each looming tick
There is much to do.
Rushing, running, hoping
That the second hand won’t move.
But it always does.
But it always will.
tick tock tick
Our brains aren’t standing still.
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