the clock on the wall
annoucing 6 23
the past with thirst
it is now 643
and my body is dead
dead every minute inside
thats how it is here
wether you like it or not
and the nostalgic builds a house inside my head
it is now 650
who told you that i
was part of the dream that you dreamed
who said that you would
turn my future upside down
your stragety failed
you might as well learn lonlyness
theres no clock that goes backwards
the ministers of time set a leaf on my pillow
every memory is a life that never gets back
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