The clock is ticking slowly
Its hands are counting down
The fires light below me
On dry land I start to drown

The deadline is drawing near
Its gleaming blade so clean
A razor's edge to the bite of fear
An echo within a waking dream

Its burnished steel is shining
Its varnished edge so keen
The silent fall oncoming
Its visage is so serene

The finale will be stunning
The death will be obscene
Once time is finished running
Silence will reign supreme