I Don't Own a Clock

Forced beauty
Artificially gained importance
No bigger than a dog's ear
Chewed off at fight

Where's that ticking coming from
I don't own a clock
The job is done, the task was clear
But it doesn't stop

Hands tied in comfort
Bought myself another excuse
And over-used it
Cause nothing excites me anymore

Yet I dread of becoming like
Those red A freaks
Having fun talking about money
Missing the irony

I'm turning my back on shame
Of living a soul sucking life

I consume and I get consumed
By all the little things I own
I can't buy my way out

Where's that ticking coming from
I don't own a clock
The job is done, the task was clear
But it doesn't stop

I'm turning my back on shame
Of living a soul sucking life



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