I hear the clock there ticking away
Every night and every day
Every moment that passes me by
Brings me truth — I can’t deny
Inching closer to a big wall
With a door to allow us all
Entrance in the fire’s mouth
Where we’re all heading south
One by one they’ll call our name
The cruel Death and his dame
With laughter rising in the air
And fear sets the atmosphere
All these thoughts are scary, aren’t they?
The clock keeps ticking away
I guess my head just needs some sleep
To axe these thoughts — they’re buried deep
