I hear the clock ringing
my soul burning and my heart racing
every passing time is another distance of my inner thought
every passing soul is another story untold
inside a wreck
but outside a illusion
I can\'t tell which is the worse seeing the same four walls
or not being able to see my loved ones at all
I see upon myself that I don\'t rot
but looking through the glass I feel like the rot
in a hazmat they go
and in a hazmat they\'ll stay
guns and words
because that is the word bearer
knocking on my door with a five step knock
better answer fast or I\'ll be crossed
fast I\'ll go to the door and answer with knocks
rather not be crossed like the neighbour across
In a cycle I\'ll stay
and in a cycle I\'ll go
until I can\'t answer no more
they\'ll see me
I\'ll stay alive through every minute
but I\'ll be sick every hour
One by one there is less to do
saves me an hour or a second or two
the hours they pass and the hours I wonder
was it worth it to all to wonder
nothing has changed
and nothing won\'t change
but I really miss them all
not just one but all of them
So when I look at my window once again
I\'ll see the blooming flowers on the other side burning
because what else do we got to do
to keep ourselves in check
so burn my flower but also the flowers
but don\'t kill my friend and all of the people
Because while I am defenseless in this time and age
I wouldn\'t hesitate to run out in haste
I am ready to die for one and all
so when you call my name
I\'ll save them all
So please be safe and stay all clear
don\'t let the sunlight deceive and appear
because outside is the spores
and inside is the snores
before one stumble and fall on the chores
so forgive me in time
and speak out in lines
because the next time I\'ll loop
it will end my cycle or yours.