The Clock Ticks By
The clocks are lying to the marrow in my bones,
Just echoes in the hallway of the block universe.
They say the past is present, frozen on the slide,
But entropy is shivering deep inside the chest.
If time is not a river, why am I still drowning?
If time is just a map, then why am I still running?
​If time’s not real then why so cold!
(Waaaaaaaagh!)
I’m getting older every second of the day!
(Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!)
If time is fake then let me go!
This frost is blooming on my skin to stay!
Tick, tick, let the ghost in!
Tick, tick, let the cold win!
​The dilation in the silence makes me shiver,
(Haaaaaa!)
A frozen second is a lifetime in the dark.
(Haaaaaa!)
White hat logic for a black box of a body,
(Haaaaaa!)
Code demon laughing at the entropy I start.
(Haaaaaa!)
No linear path, just the rust on the iron,
If the world is a glitch, why is the end so real?
​Cold...
Still ticking in the marrow...
If time
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