Doom

by Mute   Feb 25, 2008


When the clock strikes doom
Don't panic
Don't fear
For the end will be near

My life strikes 12 on that old grandfather clock
Let's count back
I'm going back in time
To recount my past
Ante-up my secret calling

11,10,9,8...
Why must we keep counting for goodness sake.
My heart can no long wait
Push forward count to 12!

The clock's evil tune is still ringing
Tick.tock,tick,tock...

The walls burst into flames!
the buildings burn down
the Earth crumbles and shakes!!
The clock strikes doom

And it ends this hell bound place.

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