Flat lands, heart land
Home sick, tick tick tick
Goes the clock on your life
Until your body runs out of room to contain just what you've become
And tick tick tick goes the clock of your life, waiting behind walls
For some kind of savior
A knight in shining armor , or an angel in a sundress
Tick tick tick goes the clock of your life as you waste away behind suits and screens, waiting for a raise that never comes,
Tick tick tick goes the clock of your life,
And your wasting, behind hashtags
And false flags, and your waiting,
Degrading and slowly sinking, waiting
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
Flat lands, heart land
Home sick, tick tick tick
Goes the clock on your life
Until your body runs out of room to contain just what you've become
And tick tick tick goes the clock of your life, waiting behind walls
For some kind of savior
A knight in shining armor , or an angel in a sundress
Tick tick tick goes the clock of your life as you waste away behind suits and screens, waiting for a raise that never comes,
Tick tick tick goes the clock of your life,
And your wasting, behind hashtags
And false flags, and your waiting,
Degrading and slowly sinking, waiting
This is a song. The spacing on here *****