Clock
Im locked in a box
With a window and a clock
Sometimes I cant sleep
I watch the second hand feeding
Time is ticking, ticking
And the flowers are dripping, dripping
I am awake and I cannot sleep
All hail to the madman
Great murderer, great Aryan
Take all that you need
Take my life, my song, my breed
Fires are burning, burning
My people are yearning, yearning
Im locked away to defy and die
Time is getting colder
And Im getting older, older
Where is the face that I knew before