Clock

I'm locked in a box

With a window and a clock

Sometimes I can't sleep

I watch the second hand feedingTime is ticking, ticking

And the flowers are dripping, dripping

I am awake and I cannot sleepAll hail to the madman

Great murderer, great Aryan

Take all that you need

Take my life, my song, my breedFires are burning, burning

My people are yearning, yearning

Down I'm locked away to defy and dieI'm locked in a box

With a window and a clock

Sometimes I can't sleep

I watch the second hand feedingTime is getting colder

And I'm getting older, older

Where is the face that I knew beforeI am awake and I cannot sleep