Tick Tick Tock, another game of clocks
Hands full of sand, boney fingers
   grabbing what they can
Time flowing from the wrists
Blood crashing on the shores
Poison seeping into the soil
Life bleeding from the soul
Eyes dried by their tears
Lips without emotion kiss
   and drain the ocean
Warm flesh hiding cold bones
No one is living
We're all pretending
Open eyes with nobody home
Tick Tick Tock, the dying song
  for all