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Midnight approaches Tick tick tock Won't someone stop The Doomsday Clock From striking oil Drilling rock Thirsting soil Aftershock Deserted hourglass of sand Shifts to resource hungry hand Tyrants of time assume command Greed consumes This wasted land First come the roaches Tick tick tock The bugs can't stop The Doomsday Clock With beehive brains No voice to talk And droning minds Comprise the flock As lone wolves feast On sheep they stalk Then fear encroaches Tick tick tock Too scared to stop The Doomsday Clock As violence claims Each city block Blood drawn on streets Like sidewalk chalk When Hatred's loaded Gun is cocked Beyond reproaches Tick tick tock How could they stop The Doomsday Clock When despots trade In human stock Waging war Upon this rock As profits slaughter More livestock The end approaches Tick tick tock No hope to stop The Doomsday Clock As poisoned skies Corrode this rock With toxic lies Controlling hourglass of sand Clenched by Atlas choking hand Titans of industry command Still Chronos rules This dying land
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
The Doomsday Clock
Midnight approaches Tick tick tock Won't someone stop The Doomsday Clock From striking oil Drilling rock Thirsting soil Aftershock Deserted hourglass of sand Shifts to resource hungry hand Tyrants of time assume command Greed consumes This wasted land First come the roaches Tick tick tock The bugs can't stop The Doomsday Clock With beehive brains No voice to talk And droning minds Comprise the flock As lone wolves feast On sheep they stalk Then fear encroaches Tick tick tock Too scared to stop The Doomsday Clock As violence claims Each city block Blood drawn on streets Like sidewalk chalk When Hatred's loaded Gun is cocked Beyond reproaches Tick tick tock How could they stop The Doomsday Clock When despots trade In human stock Waging war Upon this rock As profits slaughter More livestock The end approaches Tick tick tock No hope to stop The Doomsday Clock As poisoned skies Corrode this rock With toxic lies Controlling hourglass of sand Clenched by Atlas choking hand Titans of industry command Still Chronos rules This dying land
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
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