In a darkened room down a quiet hall
I lie awake staring at the wall
Hung overhead a single clock
ātick-tockā it goes ātick-tockā
Even with the sound of the pouring rain
Beating hard against the window pane
Itās soul existence seems to mock
ātick-tockā it goes ātick-tockā
I can not escape from this wretched ticking
My heartbeat races, beats unforgiving
The sound, my life, both interlocked
I canāt escape ātick-tockā
As the hour hand comes slowly creeping
The second hand seems to be speeding
Counting down till my minutes stop
ātick-tockā ātick-tockā ātick-tockā
The air tastes foul and my mind is slipping
the darkness grows as the chemo is dripping
I feel my heart beat with the clock
ātick-tockā ābeat-beatā ātick-tockā
My time is fading minute by minute
I think of my life and all who were in it
I take my last breath my time is up
As the clock goes on ātick-tockā
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