Brimming with fear,
The future is near,
Only so little time,
Until I just might meet my demise.

I sold my clone,
To make myself a humble abode,
In the cobwebs and lies.
Sing me to sleep,
So maybe I can forget tomorrow.

The fact that time went by so fast,
Gives me the chills,
Cause I don't know if I'll be keeping this up.
Everything seems so slow,
Going with no flow.