A watch.
A watch that lives.
Listen...
Hear it tick
Hear it tock
A ticking watch on a dead man\'s wrist
Fastened tightly above his limp pale fist
How I wish it would just stop.
And time stand still.
But your soul has left.
Your existence is nil.
I will turn back the clock to just before nine.
To before you left
And replace your tired organs with mine.
For the world doesn\'t need me
But it really does need you.
The sun no longer shines, the sky no longer blue.
Your living watch.
Them tiny little hands
That tiny face
Controls the entire human race.
Eventually everyone\'s time is up
Aslong as it ticks
Everyone is living
Aslong as it tocks
Everyone is trying
Aslong as it living
Everyone one is dying
For time of death isn\'t the death of time. A clock somewhere, will always work just fine.