as time goes on, the clock continues to tick.
the words in your head are a monotonous click.
the swinging of the pendulum just makes you sick.

everything passes and goes by too fast.
you’re haunted by questions you never did ask.
and as life drags on, you’re assigned a task
to pretend you’re not dead, while you’re wearing a mask.

it drives us insane, and we can’t wait to die.
and we’re wondering why all we can do is cry.
and the question that haunts us is why do we lie?

it becomes who we think that we really are,
we are nothing but the fact that we’re all covered with scars.
and now it turns out that death is all that we are.