stop all the clocks i am sick of hearing every tick-tock, chime or screech of a rooster. stop all the clocks a piercing scream and a shot in the dark dead bodies found no need to remind me of how fragile life is I spend most of my time craving death it's a lot like craving your lips but not having them 52 weeks in a year every time you celebrate your birthday is one more year gone abyss, swallowing up your existence evanescent, just like him every minute passing is a minute inching closer to death some say death is ascending to heaven but how would you know heaven is paradise? how would you know that god isn't the devil divided and heaven isn't really a sugar coated hell? time is but a shadow, shrouding us, controlling us stop all the clocks, I implore you