The Clock

Up there you sit and mock me,  And your rhythm, Oh it haunts me, You resound within my skull Like a rock against a hull While I lay in bed at night You remind me of your might And I swear I'll take no more Cause you shake me to the core So I'll rip off both your hands And I'll do all that I can Just to make you shut your face Yet alone in my disgrace There is nothing I can do I can't free myself from you So I'll go get my hammer  Just to end your fearsome clamor but no matter what I do In the end I know that you  Will not leave me here in bed No instead you'll leave me dead You'll continue marching on And you'll sing your haunting song  

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