Tick Tock

Tick tock, Tick tock  
Lately your life is like a clock  
And all it does is mock
You wait for the time to pass you by
For the day you get to say goodbye  
Dark days, longer nights and sometimes you have to put up a fight
Your being strangled from the inside  
Feeling hopeless and mostly parlazed  
Can't feel, nothing seems real
You just missed your last meal
Tick tock, Tick tock  
The ticking is blaring in your head
And your anwser is bloodshed
Then go off to bed
You dread each hour  
Cause with each you feel more dead  
A walking corpse you are  
No need for sportcars  
Just the gun behind the wet bar  
To wipe away the shitty ticking
Tick tock, Tick Tock
The clock has finally stopped.