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Write it on a piece of paper
The stuff that crowds your head
You're running late
As per usual, again

The clockhand is mincing the time

When morning

That's enough
That's enough
That's enough
That's enough
That's enough
That's enough

I don't wanna watch the clockhand running while I can't
I don't

in mine
Right into my arms
Opposites make the same like a magnet running up through my brain
The signal is ticking the clock-hand is wishing away

To complete the wholeness of giving birth 
To answer on that humming call 
That fertile wish of mother earth 
In that incantatory moment 
The world's clockhand

Dead space

Pop em into stasis
Watch em drop like Billy Mays
When oxy clean your brain
Bitch i'm not opposite of what you ain't 
I'm clock-hand

I'm getting flashbacks to prom
Out in Chad Van Dyke's bush
Oh, weren't we all once that young
Before the clockhands took what they took
But my hands

wedding rings
Clock-hands crossed like killing kings
Brick walls brittle, darling debris
The sickle and the son

Giant clockhands drive me away
Spearheads in a passion play
Marching night and marching day
Out for my sweet memory
But counterclockwise beats my

hard
To think of the bright, bright side
Used to say fine, but not fine, was just dying

Hush! In my lovely, ugly void
Clock-hands are shouting out their

sloppy
Toppy no stoppy
Till I go Pop
When I walk pass eyes roll like ClockHands
Niggas want romance
But secretly bromance
If I confirm this fact you'll

نداده شاهم حاجی
توی پنت هاس روی چندتا بلوندیم
نمیتونم ببینم clockhand
رولیم
از دهنم آتیش میاد مث scorpion
ارزشمون تو رپ بالا میره بیت کوینیم
سقف بنز و

the clockhand
Said to swim in the ocean
Said to play in a band

We're like flys stuck in honey
And we're sick of all the sweetness
We talk to them in empty

the clockhands turn
Feel the hours burn
Pulling back the curtains
I feel the sunlight hit my
I miss you

I say proschd!

The end of the night is far away,
Indestructibility is near -
Clock-hands are forced to stay;
An empty glass is all I fear.

Rush

clock-hands aren't straight
Sailor, what is your fee?
Two cents under your knee
But for you I will say, no need to pay

pithy to deny
Do you feel the unwavering bite of the clockhand sink sweetly into your clouding sight?
All sins irrepressed into each graying groove

Time still passes
But the clockhands stand still
Days of the week
They seem to merge and become one
Just my little
Girl and me were having fun
Just my

Fireflies will guide my way.

The clockhands are moving faster.
Still it feels like time is standing still.
I follow you to the bottom.
I'm pushing

mind and soul
The clockhand ticking without knowing what it tells
And no mistaking, all the wonders of the world
All hide behind your eyes and sparkle,